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I went to the mosque and felt like a stranger,
I looked around and I couldn't find my friends,
There were only older people which have attended to the mosque,
I felt like a stranger without my people.

It was a Friday, 30 minutes before the sermon began.
I was happy to see the mosque packed without seeing any division,
I raised my head again and contemplated everyone, and I saw a lot of union.
All the youngsters were outside chatting and all of them rushed in when they heard the call to the prayer.

What a shame because the talk was directed to them,
The talk spoke about how bad they cut their hair,
The talk wasn't directed to the dad's or grandad's,
But for the youngsters to help them and teach them to distinguish the false to the truth.

I went to the mosque a Saturday to learn about my religion,
I arrived and there were no ambitious youngsters of my generation,
The only youngster's I could see were between 16-18 years old and they were in formation,
None of them felt eager to learn, they were all there out of obligation.

I attended a funeral which was attended by many people,
The deceased was a young 21-year-old boy who was involved in an accident
I raised my head and looked around and there were youngsters present
I was saddened to see more unnecessary stories than people begging.

I felt like a stranger, in worship places,
Everywhere I went to I couldn't find any adult.
I felt weird amongst the elders, I felt alone in this matter,
Our youth has changed mosques for a corrupt system.

Everything has changed nothing makes sense anymore
I went to the places of worship and felt like a stranger
I asked about the youngsters to find out where they had gone,
I was told: If you want to find them go to the forbidden places.

You know what I came across?

That's where I felt known,
I saw all my brothers and cousins
All my colleagues and friends,
That's when I regrated why I had gone.