Today's young muslim male is the centrepiece of an intricate series of spiderwebs to which he is anassumingly attached. It is these spiderwebs that keep his world afloat and in many cases serve as his non-parental guiding system. It would be criminally unfair to consider him as a singular, puritan being that is guided simply by his own sense of morality. It is a mistake that is more easily made than buying thing's that aren't on sale. The spiderwebs I speak of are his friends from which he is given his place in a (somewhat) hieharchal system of relationships and also, the people who he looks up to, the uncle in the masjid, the gang he considers himself to be a part of and so on. He doesn't realize it, but they are the people he unknowingly trusts and they are the people on whose opinion he arrives at decisions. There are very few that can say that they use their faith/morals as the sole guiding element in all of their chores. There's always something else. Today's young muslim male (aged 15 - 20) is not exempt from this 'condition'.

Conversations with Arif Patel (Extended clips):

AP: today was such a wonderful day, yearbook day!
AP: oh and there's one picture of me, a picture just by myself, not a group pic
AP: guess what they caught me doing?
AP: putting a physics book in my locker
AP: how arif is that

Me: i sometimes wish i could go back to high school the way i am now
and like grab someone like you with me as a sidekick

AP: me? you want me as a side kick?
AP: what about riyaz?
Me: no, i need intelligent humour, not jockery
AP: but jockery gets ass
Me: im jockery enough for a group
AP: yeah its true, mudasser really is enough jock enough for the two of us

AP: i get along with a wide range of people
AP: from thugged out negroes, to illiterate hip gino's, to cultured and polite asians (well actually i'm only friends with asian females), and of course, the brown fellows
AP: the only group i don't really get along with too well, are desi women
Me: i would love to see u act with brown people
AP: why?
Me: ure so classy and lacking in slang
AP: yes, i used to have a loathing for slang
AP: and any other langauge that wasn't found in the dictionary
AP: i spoke with true authentic street slang, not the wannabe strain that the non-black's speak with
AP: but pure niggerspeak
AP: they actually even convinced me that when i went back-to-school clothes shopping, i'd ditch Bay and Holt Renfrew, and instead head out to the ghetto hoods and go to some place named Bling-Bling fashions.
Me: But you're no longer hood.
AP: Well, what happened is, one time, i went to jamaat with these two guys
AP: and i asked, so brothers, are you guys from somalia?
AP: (they looked black)
AP: and they replied, no we're from india.

The Good: My boss picking me up and dropping me off home everyday. In a BMW.
The Bad: Work
The Ugly: Sam Cassel (Ver. 2)

Currently Addicted to: Ultrabeat - Pretty Green Eyes

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