Born in Karachi Grew up North American Mother in a sari Father dressed like a businessman One foot in the old world One foot in the new And always the pressure To choose between the two There was a wife She didn't know The pain she would cause When she lost her head and walked out the door In Canada They change their husbands like their clothes But nothin', no nothin' Breaks up a Muslim home Andheray Anken Look out on the holy land There is much that lies well hidden In the eyes of the brown-eyed man If one life is ended A new life must get begun So we walk to Mecca Underneath the blazing sun Abandoning the questions Makes the answers fall in place I seek the crescent moon To find the man behind my face Andheray Anken Look out on the holy land There is much that lies well hidden In the eyes of the brown-eyed man