Remembering Ashura
In the midst of a holy land Where the tears of the creatures dropped through time and sand Like an image of that of a track of ants In the heart of Karbala, where the message stands. It was peak of misbehavior and virtues in chains Laws were sacked with rules insane As Yazid on the rise and mass confused offered lust with lies, and faith abused. Ignorance swelled, jealousy stretched, as lust and desire for this short life was fetched Leaving behind vicious creatures destroying those humble preachers. As signs indicated, and time dictated some souls elevated as Husayn (as) navigated a seed of the Prophet, A moan of his parents that time in deluge, he was ark so apparent. In the name of God, for the sake of Islam for the freedom of life and soul of Islam gave the greatest sacrifice, but not with his hands but with members of his kin and many of his friends. Muslims and their friends those hearts so pure They offered their lives as shield and cure Thus tyrants came forth from the curtain way old, Then peace was bough and lives were sold. And daring in the manners were the two young brothers in the boldness of their lives were the teachings of a mother And Prophet Muhammad known for his courage as Haider (as) These children were slain not the feeling of the mother. With a message from his father was Qasim bin Hassan (as) A radiant jewel of Islam was the glowing young son But Qasim into pieces with a bride day old on the sand in heat, it was savage and cold. Then the pride of the Hashims rode back from the river and the tyrants made sure that he did not deliver They cut off his arms, but spirit was set till an arrow hit the bag, only eyes got wet. Fell Abbas (as) from the horse, with no hands for support Then Husayn (as) rushed to shore for a brothers end resort Those children who waited with the patience were told And thirst in the camp was three days old. Soon Akbar came down with a spear in his chest, which a father had to pull so sever was the test, He was an image of the prophet, and the life of Husayn (as) A vision of a mother in the eyes of Husayn (as). Now the leader was alone as he called for help Then a baby fell down, a response from the cradle This thirsty, pure, infant was a son of Imam Who, acknowledged his father and the call of Imam Thus Husayn (as) revealed him for some water in the field and showed them the baby's dried lips and appealed But the six months old got an arrow so thick that turned him over and tore his neck. Ali Asghar went to sleep, in his father grip And their head on spear and the mother's empty hand, with the slashed dried eyes Who looked for the baby to sing lullabies. And a sister by the camp saw the horror of this trip as a knife tore the neck where the prophet put his lips Earth in grief, heavens roared and mourned sand turned red when Husayn (as) was torn. And a child full of tears with her tiny bleeding ears Bruises on her face and her thirst so sever She ran for her father who laid beheaded and cried for the uncle for help she needed. Zainab (as) looked for her in the sadness of that night Did inquire every soul in the land of the plight But Sakina was sleeping on the chest of a body with the love of the father, from the fragrance of his body. Then the camp pushed down, while flames went up Little children rushed out, as their dresses lit up it was night full of cries and the innocent quests shattered were the dreams and broken were the nests. All defenses laid to rest, after trials and the tests, one Imam, even history would detest who fainted with the illness faced torture and torment A Master of the religious and devotees' ornament. Lashes on his back, heavy chains on Imam but ladies were the prisoners, was the wound of Imam no chador for them but their rope tied arms and grief soared high from Kufa to Shaam. But, the daughter of Ali challenged, miseries with the messages With the families in bazaars, and deadly courts of savages With the depth of the patience and the Zenith of Bravery Islam was rescued forever from slavery.