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sincerely struggle

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Come See

In shame I have bowed my head The Master of Martyrs, I’ve yet to visit By Hussayn, I have lived and learned In the flame of his existence, I burn Yet his shrine remains unknown to me The birds above him are found more worthy His shrine is my home in these holy nights My heart is far and awaits his sacred invite A gathering of hearts is being hosted  I am left behind like a soldier wounded  I will sacrifice anything for this A whole lifetime of joy and bliss If it means my death on his holy road  Or my last breath at the gates of his holy dome If he is my master and I am his servant Then what kind of servant won’t he let visit? Yet I serve him because I know of his mercy And every year, he blesses me with his ceremonies So somehow even from afar, he let me in I came and saw the horrors done to his holy kin

Come see… come see… even if you have already What Karbala has done to the Prophet’s family

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A young girl is paraded in desert and fear Above her is her father’s head on a spear She is in chains and is beaten So she looks at the heavens “O’ Zahraa, I have your bruises! Does this mean death toward me rushes?” She walks and speaks silently to her father Never looking at what is above her Her tears are quick to dry on the sand This sun’s heat is too much to withstand She silences her cries when they whip her She knows her aunt Zaynab is under pressure She holds her hijab tightly around her head “O’Father, come see what they did! O Father, come see me and let me see you By the right of Fatima, I want to come too”

Come see… come see… even if you have already What they did to Ruqaya and how she was set free

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A woman in court is fierce and zealous Her voice alone will lift Khybar’s fortress Her hijab is her steel and iron armor You wouldn’t know if it was her or Haydar You wouldn’t know she had just been hit Or that her two sons were just martyred You won’t see her fall apart and crumble Her heart has held tight onto the firmest handle What is in her heart for her to remain steady? Her beloved Imam is beheaded mercilessly Her brothers, sons, and nephews, all killed But her voice is unshaken, breath uninterrupted In battle, she sits next to her Imam-breathless “O Allah please accept this sacrifice from us.” In Kufa, she reminds those with empty promises Of who her brother, mother, father, and grandfather is Of the greatest mistake to ever make And that is to leave Wilayah for comforts’ sake

Come see… come see… even if you have already How Zaynab is the reason for Hussayn’s victory

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On the path to Hussayn, you will see a mother Who has no more sons left to offer Her entire motherhood thrived off martyrdom Her selfless Abbas is proof of her wisdom She saw the grace that comes with serving The honor that comes with death and suffering When she asks and begs, “What about Hussayn?” She confirms she gave everything before he is slain She ensures all that she had is now given Nothing is worth having if the Imam has fallen The woman who is a mother to no sons Will assist you in giving with no question The mother of Abbas is your teacher Her hijab is the flag her son raised higher Follow her and she will know your name In you, she will set the love of Hussayn aflame She will teach you his love should come first And that it is his thirst before your thirst

Come see… come see… even if you have already Who Ummul Baneen gave away to her Imam freely

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The planes of Karbala have a crimson hue From the blood of Hussayn they create morning dew How has the world watched Hussayn fall thirsty? Near a river that begs for his forgiveness and mercy He prepares his women and children For a journey he knows won’t include him On the ground and ready to be slaughtered Is it his mother or his sister on the hill anchored “Is there no defender to defend our sanctity? Is there no one who will respond to me?” These words are for what we cry and wail And for why our tears will resist and prevail In his his farewell to those crying for water “Be patient and forbear my dear daughter” Bi Rabbil Ka’ba, his success is that of Ali’s And he takes his final breath knowing God sees His eyes on the tents and says, “O’ Allah, my family O’ Allah, don’t let them touch their holy bodies”

Come see… come see… even if you have already How they placed on a spear, the head of Hussayn Ibn Ali

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All comfort is forsaken for the Imam’s victory If not, then in your regret lies your misery To be a bystander, a watcher, a forfeiter Who left my Imam and followed my own desire Is the worst hell and the worst prison Because how do you escape your actions? Karbala is now and there is war on truth God has already clarified it for our holy youth They know truth is on the side of the oppressed And it is they who will see that glowing success Whether or not you’ve made your path Wilayah It’s the path taking you to the freedom you’re after It’s the path your Imam has called you for The one he expects you to die for with fervor The Hussayn is here now and his Muslim has come Which of us made promises we have yet to back up? The Imam is waiting for our hearts to awaken So not one more sin or one more transgression This is it, we have all seen what happens When we sit with our hands in our laps

Come see… come see… even if you have already What holy slaughter takes place when we sit idly

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What He Is

Muhammad is my heart/ Muhammad is my intelligence/ He is the crown to my existence/

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I can recount to you the stories of Muhammad and each would leave you in awe/ Or I can simply tell you what others have said about him, but even those will make you fall/ I can tell you of how one man brought knowledge to creation but you wouldn’t believe me/ The only true testament that you can’t deny is what is written in a book, holy/

This Muhammad brought humanity from the crust of earth to spans so high, the angels can’t fly/ He made a creation made of dust more valuable than any gold, jewel, or silver/ Don’t be surprised to learn that he used one book to defeat falsehood and any evil/ Don’t be surprised if I told you all that Muhammad did and didn’t do/

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He is magnificent and endless, like staring at the horizon of the ocean and sunset/ Don’t be a fool in thinking he had no free will-he is the pillar of excellence because of that very virtue/ Muhammad is stellar and the stars will testify if you are in doubt because they were a witness to him/ They will not be bias, talk to your moon and sun if you think otherwise, they’ll all recite praise of him/

Muhammad is your leader even if you haven’t submitted as his follower/ This is a blessing, not a burden-so do not be sad as God gives you his most prized possession/ When you’re hurt, Muhammad is there, just look at the story of Bilal and the like/ Who rescued the black man? Who supported the slaves? The hungry? The poor? Surely, you already know/

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You know what Muhammad is, and you dutifully know what he isn’t/ If you need clarification, there are books, people, nature, and a God to look to/ Don’t stoop low and forget his ownership over you, he is your Prophet and Messenger/ He knows how to think and what to do, follow him and you won’t need any other rescue/

Even in trying to forget him, or put him up for auction, he still prays for you/ And priceless are these prayers, for he still cares for those who don’t care for him/ A monument of support that you cannot deny, he is a force of life and your only alibi/ He is God’s last messenger so give to him everything in you that you can muster/

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He is asking for your best, not for perfection so don’t cause yourself any distress/ Muhammad wants you, he is to help you achieve any and all success/ Don’t doubt the amount of strength he has when it comes to pulling you up/ On this ship of salvation, trust his hands because you just might be falling off/

Muhammad is your light, your right, your companion, your sovereign/ Your Prophet, your limit, your support, your escort/ Your nourishment, your sergeant, your goodness, your excellence/ Your salvation, your fortune, your leader, and your messenger/

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Muhammad is everything that anyone else couldn’t handle being/ He is the support for billions without a doubt of faith dripping from his heart/ He created backbones for every martyr, dead or alive, it is Muhammad incarnate/ Muhammad is the flag bearer, leader, Prophet, and messenger made in one piece/

Muhammad is the man that every other remembers and cannot conquer/ He is the reason human spirits have lasted this long, give him his due credit/ Not for his sake, he does well without them, but for your own/ Bow your heart to the goodness Muhammad has offered/

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‪in all this time of loving you‬ of feeling you, whispering‬ ‪closely, embracing me‬ ‪i haven’t seen you‬ ‪prayed with you‬ ‪been with you‬ ‪i want to go ‬ ‪to Medina‬ ‪bring me‬ ‪quickly‬ ‪please ‬

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How can I stop sinning? I repent but then I go back to the sin again. I am too ashamed to even make tawba after breaking my repentance every single time. Please give me any advice or any lecture to listen to and pray for me 🙏🏼😔

Salamou alaykum, before continuing, please note that these are just my humble pieces of advice and nothing worthy of mention. To really gain insight and seek help, I’d firstly recommend speaking with a scholar if you have access to one. Secondly, whether or not my advice below is helpful, I would suggest reading this essay by Shaykh Mohammad Ali Shomali:

Additionally, Shaykh has a book called Self Development which includes several essays to the same effect as the one above that should give an even more comprehensive look into the issue of purifying and developing oneself. He has many lectures on the topic as well on youtube, but I haven’t watched them myself to give you a specific link. Forgive me.

You’re in my prayers and your struggle is not yours alone… more common than you think. Even if it isn’t a sin, we all have habits that are disliked by Allah swt. We’re flawed and we’re weak and we’re forgetful but Allah swt is Perfect in His Mercy. We have to turn to Him because He is all we have. Truly and literally, all we have. So put all your hopes in Him. He will fill the gaps caused by our imperfections. It is the precise feeling of that shamefulness that I humbly think causes Allah swt to look at us even more closely and with an even more merciful gaze.

Of course, going back to a sin after having repented for it, especially when it becomes a cycle is disliked by Allah swt. There’s no doubt about that, however that does NOT mean He stops guiding you and helping you. But it’s just that now, what will you do in this position? Will you give up and say it’s of no use? Or will you try again? And when you try again inshallah, what will you do differently to ensure success?

A few practical ideas:

Start each day writing down “ I will not commit the sin of….” Say it out loud as well. Perhaps read a quote or hadith that helps you stay out of trouble. An effective one might be this point by Shaykh Bahjat (ra) when he says, “If we do not stop ourselves from committing sins, we will end up denying, belying, and mocking Divine Signs, or we may reach a point where we will become hopeless of God’s mercy.” (really reflect on these words, subhanallah. Shaykh Bahjat is implying that hopeless in God’s mercy is worse than all the things he mentioned, even worse than the sins themselves.)

Hold yourself accountable if you slip and fall. Pay a penance of some kind. It could be a chore, or a difficult workout, or a promise to fast. Whatever it is, it must be something difficult.

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Follow her and she will know your name In you, she will set the love of Hussayn aflame She will teach you his love should come first And that it is his thirst before your thirst

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Come See

In shame I have bowed my head The Master of Martyrs, I’ve yet to visit By Hussayn, I have lived and learned In the flame of his existence, I burn Yet his shrine remains unknown to me The birds above him are found more worthy His shrine is my home in these holy nights My heart is far and awaits his sacred invite A gathering of hearts is being hosted  I am left behind like a soldier wounded  I will sacrifice anything for this A whole lifetime of joy and bliss If it means my death on his holy road  Or my last breath at the gates of his holy dome If he is my master and I am his servant Then what kind of servant won’t he let visit? Yet I serve him because I know of his mercy And every year, he blesses me with his ceremonies So somehow even from afar, he let me in I came and saw the horrors done to his holy kin

Come see… come see… even if you have already What Karbala has done to the Prophet’s family

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A young girl is paraded in desert and fear Above her is her father’s head on a spear She is in chains and is beaten So she looks at the heavens “O’ Zahraa, I have your bruises! Does this mean death toward me rushes?” She walks and speaks silently to her father Never looking at what is above her Her tears are quick to dry on the sand This sun’s heat is too much to withstand She silences her cries when they whip her She knows her aunt Zaynab is under pressure She holds her hijab tightly around her head “O’Father, come see what they did! O Father, come see me and let me see you By the right of Fatima, I want to come too”

Come see… come see… even if you have already What they did to Ruqaya and how she was set free

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A woman in court is fierce and zealous Her voice alone will lift Khybar’s fortress Her hijab is her steel and iron armor You wouldn’t know if it was her or Haydar You wouldn’t know she had just been hit Or that her two sons were just martyred You won’t see her fall apart and crumble Her heart has held tight onto the firmest handle What is in her heart for her to remain steady? Her beloved Imam is beheaded mercilessly Her brothers, sons, and nephews, all killed But her voice is unshaken, breath uninterrupted In battle, she sits next to her Imam-breathless “O Allah please accept this sacrifice from us.” In Kufa, she reminds those with empty promises Of who her brother, mother, father, and grandfather is Of the greatest mistake to ever make And that is to leave Wilayah for comforts’ sake

Come see… come see… even if you have already How Zaynab is the reason for Hussayn’s victory

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On the path to Hussayn, you will see a mother Who has no more sons left to offer Her entire motherhood thrived off martyrdom Her selfless Abbas is proof of her wisdom She saw the grace that comes with serving The honor that comes with death and suffering When she asks and begs, “What about Hussayn?” She confirms she gave everything before he is slain She ensures all that she had is now given Nothing is worth having if the Imam has fallen The woman who is a mother to no sons Will assist you in giving with no question The mother of Abbas is your teacher Her hijab is the flag her son raised higher Follow her and she will know your name In you, she will set the love of Hussayn aflame She will teach you his love should come first And that it is his thirst before your thirst

Come see… come see… even if you have already Who Ummul Baneen gave away to her Imam freely

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The planes of Karbala have a crimson hue From the blood of Hussayn they create morning dew How has the world watched Hussayn fall thirsty? Near a river that begs for his forgiveness and mercy He prepares his women and children For a journey he knows won’t include him On the ground and ready to be slaughtered Is it his mother or his sister on the hill anchored “Is there no defender to defend our sanctity? Is there no one who will respond to me?” These words are for what we cry and wail And for why our tears will resist and prevail In his his farewell to those crying for water “Be patient and forbear my dear daughter” Bi Rabbil Ka’ba, his success is that of Ali’s And he takes his final breath knowing God sees His eyes on the tents and says, “O’ Allah, my family O’ Allah, don’t let them touch their holy bodies”

Come see… come see… even if you have already How they placed on a spear, the head of Hussayn Ibn Ali

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All comfort is forsaken for the Imam’s victory If not, then in your regret lies your misery To be a bystander, a watcher, a forfeiter Who left my Imam and followed my own desire Is the worst hell and the worst prison Because how do you escape your actions? Karbala is now and there is war on truth God has already clarified it for our holy youth They know truth is on the side of the oppressed And it is they who will see that glowing success Whether or not you’ve made your path Wilayah It’s the path taking you to the freedom you’re after It’s the path your Imam has called you for The one he expects you to die for with fervor The Hussayn is here now and his Muslim has come Which of us made promises we have yet to back up? The Imam is waiting for our hearts to awaken So not one more sin or one more transgression This is it, we have all seen what happens When we sit with our hands in our laps

Come see… come see… even if you have already What holy slaughter takes place when we sit idly

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Your shrine is my home in these holy nights My heart is far and waits for your invite I will sacrifice anything for this A whole lifetime of joy and bliss

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The tears for Hussain are revolutionary But the tears for Zahraa ensure our victory

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His Shrine

His shrine is our home and the key To the door of our wishes and dignity

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We have already met him… when he guided us through revolution He granted the sinners forgiveness… the poor, abundance He never left or died… whatever you wish for is right by his side If mountains knew what his shrine gave… they’d crumble to be his slave His golden dome, his light outshines… and it knows no borderlines Who visits al-Ridha, a radhawi he becomes… he grants more requests than there are pilgrims

His shrine is our home and the key To the door of forgiveness and mercy

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He is the King of Mashhad… and from whom guidance has spread Let everyone sigh in relief… and thank Ali Ibn Musa for their belief Thank God we have his shrine… from which, our faith he assigns If it’s the worlds bounties that you want… make him your confidant If it’s nearness that you long for… he has already come closer There is no movement without him… the path is too dark and dim

His shrine is our home and the key To the door of love and proximity

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We still don’t know what God gave us… Mashhad is our axis of resistance The Kind Imam is resourceful too.. whatever you need or want he gives you He promises to return salams… send them and ask by the right of his Jawad Through him, sinners turned to martyrs… how many Hurrs to him surrender? Even if your love is weak, his is not… if you seek him, then know it is he who sought It’s as though he was killed for this… to forgive and show us kindness

His shrine is our home and the key To the door of God Almighty

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So sit with him in your heart if you are far… write a letter to our kind father Tell him… beg him Bismillah al-rahman al-Raheem and say: “I send my salams to you O Rauf knowing I don’t deserve your reply I’m the worst of those who send their salams but I know you don’t turn away the regretful I can’t life my head when I speaks to you, how could I? When the only honor I have is what your name on my tongue brings. I don’t have a way to reach God-not alone I sin more than my fair share and the road seems closed to me But if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have known the road at all But I do know it and I do see it, but who am I to traverse it? I see everyone going and leaving me behind O Ali! I don’t want to be alone and I don’t want to be the cause of your displeasure which is none other than the displeasure of God Himself I’m speaking to you with a know in my throat and a nagging thought telling me “Stop! Why would he help you?” Indeed, I ask myself, why would you help me? I am certain none of the answers have anything to do with me but Master-instead-how kind and affectionate you are Could you see me in hell and do nothing to help me? Could you see me sin and not assist and forgive me? I am not claiming to be something I’m not-here I am I’m a sinner who knows the kindness of my Imam… My Master-Ya Rauf! I ask you by the generosity of your young Jawad To forgive my past and lay out a future for me that is from you-yourself. Cut the ties that connect me to my past and let me leave you anew I wasn’t invited to your shrine but be my host anyways Invite me in and be the guarantor of my hopes and wishes Not because I deserve anything-I swear to God, you know I don’t! -but for the sake of my sheer wanting and desperation There is a burning fervor in my heart for just a glance from you But my should wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t ask for more O Ali! There isn’t a pain your name does not heal or a trouble, it does not ease or a problem, it does not solve or a need that your name doesn’t grant. O Ali! I am already in your debt for all the good I have been granted But my sins have stunted my advancement And I fear for that close day, that bright morning when your Qaem rises and I don’t see my place with him O Ali-never let us see the day Grant us a place among his close helpers and soldiers Tell him my name and vouch for my acceptance among them With you… there are no limits to where we can go”

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It is no wonder that al-Askari brought you to us And today an ardent army of your lovers must

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Arabia’s Princess

O Mother of Believers… O Mother of the Seekers O Mother of Islam… O Mother of Imams O Queen of Generousness… O Arabia’s Princess

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O Mother you have given us Imams… Allah sends His salams We are believers due to your care… powerful is the mother’s prayer Is there anything you haven’t given… before your flight to Heaven? In a world of multiplicity… you found comfort in simplicity In a world of shadows and fright… you gave birth to the Lady of Light Who gives who their worth… when to Sayeda Fatima you gave birth?

The flame of Islam is successful… and your wealth was its candle Its truth is bright for all to see… due to your sacrifices plenty To God alone you had submit… patiently enduring all hardship No doubt and no hesitation… help us achieve that same conviction You are the Mother of Believers… so help Muhammad’s followers It isn’t like a mother to ignore… when her children wail and implore

We are desperate children who seek success And though our mother died under distress Our mother is the great Khadijah-Arabia’s Princess

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Upon you the Holy Prophet wept… in your arms Fatima had slept You were a cradle to our faith… it is because of you Islam is safe In a world of greed and excess… your spirit embodied selflessness In hearts, your death is an ache… that no believer can shake Your death meant loneliness… testing Muhammad’s patience Upon you his tears fell… only God knows what he withheld

The weight of Muhammad’s sorrow… is enough to make Earth crumble There is no peace in duress… except when it’s for the faith you possess How easy was it for you… to say “take it all, my life too” It was not only one moment… with Islam came sacrifice constant Which of us can say we learned… who will give up all we earned? Like you raised your Fatima… shape the believers to be better

You gave everything so to be grateful we’re anxious To be grateful is to move closer with your assistance Our mother is the great Khadijah-Arabia’s Princess

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We are desperate for you to oversee… our growth, progress, and ability Our Imam is waiting for us… so please don’t leave us heedless To serve and be for Islam wholly… we are relying on your capability Your guidance will see us through… and we will be able to give what is due But what is due is limitless… we must give our lives for this purpose To give what we have is different… than to refuse what we haven’t

So we will live with our hand open… free of any grip on what we liken What do we think we’re keeping?… tomorrow we’ll be left with nothing It is from you O Noble Mother… we know how to succeed in the Hereafter When Allah sends His salam to you… we know who to align ourselves to It was upon you the Prophet wept… you were of the first to Islam accept There’s no doubt about your nobility… we are the forerunners with your upbringing

You have gained the greatest wealth in being wealthless With your motherly sacrifice, we have no weakness Our Mother is the great Khadijah-Arabia’s Princess

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He has come... I see him... who is going? He has come... who will say.... “wait! I’m coming!”

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My kind Imam-will you wait for me? Let me catch up to the forerunners Those who followed your scent quickly And have achieved your divine graces.

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What The Martyr Says

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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My master Hussain has taught me what death ought to be Let them rip me apart even if my family must see His head was taken so who am I to die with it intact? I’ll lose it in my love for Hussain if my killer fails to act

O he who seeks to kill me, to be killed I am also hoping My life and death both lead to victory, so stop running The blood that is spilled won’t be ordinary, you miscalculate My lands still stand because of the blood that irrigate

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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Martyrdom is freedom whichever way death reaches me Even through torture because then my blood leaves happy Then, even my cold body will congratulate my soul “O soul at peace! Return to your Lord!” (89:27-28)

Near Him I will be provided for and nothing else can equate For it is only a death if I fail to meet Him in a pure state Whatever I achieve, it is by my Lord’s grace and generosity Know the path to martyrdom is open to everybody

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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My mother was oppressed and slapped Martyred and saddened in Haidar’s lap Who am I to die without a scratch? How will I face her with my head attached?

At last, I know what that young Qassem meant “Martyrdom is sweeter to me than honey” he said The blood in my veins have a sweet craving Nothing less than martyrdom will be satisfying

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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Why would you mourn me if Zahraa is pleased? Be happy if she is happy, by my death her pain is eased Why would you be upset if my body does not return? Don’t you know that like Fatima for anonymity I yearn?

I don’t care for Heaven, I just want Zahraa’s welcome Her heart and body broke, and her salve is my martyrdom For her sake I will take my final breath if my Lord accepts me If He does-know that it is was not due to my deeds but His Mercy

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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Don’t let my death sadden you but let it be a hope If a sinner like me was chosen, then don’t give up Allah expands the road to Him for the seeker So be thirsty and the path will take you faster

In desperation I cry and beg to live and die for Allah I have found what I spent my entire life searching for I’m a student of the school of martyrdom Each martyr is a lesson to be learned from

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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From the eminence of my Imam, I will receive permission For my martyrdom I will beg, and he will gift me an invitation Martyrdom comes in many forms, but I want to be proud The one after severe torture or the one that leaves no shroud

I don’t know which will weigh more on that day My hijab or the blood that is spilled in God’s Name To God I submit my case as I’m desperate for salvation So, I’ll keep begging for martyrdom with conviction

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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At the gates of his holy dome death shall come It won’t be any death, but it will be martyrdom Do you see what I see at Hussain’s shrine? He is waiting just as I am waiting for the right time

I will beg them for what I know I don’t deserve But my hopes for martyrdom Zaynab will preserve She who supported, raised, and mourned the martyrs Will know how to take me as one of their followers

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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I am not in this for profit although indeed there is no loss For God’s pleasure and Company, I have taken these vows There is nothing greater-I will only serve my Lord By my life and death, it is God Who must be adored

You cannot change me or undue God’s guidance Every morning I renew my promise and allegiance We cannot mourn Imam Hussain if we hesitate We should rush to martyrdom-we’re already late

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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The Hour is Near

The hour is near and the truth is clear For whoever wants to see, come with me We’ll take heed of Malcolm X when he said “Truth does not change, only our awareness of it.” Whatever you don’t know, it is time to know It is time for clarity, for we are already late!

The hour is near and we should reserve our mercy There is no time for hesitation and complacency If it’s racism we’re fighting, we’ll keep fighting If it’s occupation we’re boycotting, keep boycotting If it’s war we are protesting, we will keep protesting Because “if you want something, you better make some noise”

So who taught you sit idly and accept the scraps you were fed? At the very least, deploy your mind and the news inspect “If you’re not careful, they’ll have you hating the oppressed”

The truth has always been clear for the seeker We sought and so we know it well It isn’t nuanced. It isn’t complicated. As he said, “I don’t see any American dream I see an American nightmare”

The hour is near and those who see it will not surrender The right to defense is always on the side of the oppressed It is God-given, God-protected So we will keep marching on this path, the path of resistance

It is our right to defend ourselves against the satanic The arrogant. the oppressive. the lustful. the hypocritical. We will take our measures and they will take theirs Time is on our side and when we clash the earth will finally know justice.

My peace is not only in my own freedom But all those who have been fighting for it God gifted us a life to be lived God gifted us a life to be lived But we need to wake up and stay awake If it will ever mean anything

Don’t continue sleeping on the centuries of bloodshed that came before you And the hundreds of thousands of lives still stolen with no repercussions Life is a prison if you’re asleep and a battlefield if you’re awake The hour is near and only one of these leads to victory

So do not take your time, be ready For the truth you should be thirsty “a new world order is in the making And to have a place in it, we should be preparing!”

By history alone we are outraged If we are sincere then we cannot be disengaged Whether it is you or your black brother, hijab-wearing sister, Palestinian, Yemeni, Afghani, Kashmiri, it is you who still Always, unapologetically, deliberately must resist. resist. resist. “by any means necessary”

What do you still need to learn? What are you waiting to know? The hour has come. have you made your decision? The hour has come. Which side have you chosen?

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She who in her eloquence defeated tyrants Showed me the way, a light of guidance

I do not need anyone else if she is with me I need look no further than Zaynab bint Ali