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السلام عليك يا أم البنين
Peace be upon you, O Ummul Baneen,
السلام عليك يا أم العباس بن أمير المؤمنين عليه السلام
Peace be upon you, the mother of Abbas, son of Amir al-Mu’mineen, Imam Ali ibn Abu Talib (as),
السلام عليك وعلى أولادك الأربعة المستشهدين بين يدي الإمام الحسين عليه السلام يوم عاشوراء
Peace be upon you & your four sons who sacrificed their lives for Imam Hussain (as) on the day of Ashura
- Ziyarat Ummul Baneen
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
***
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
***
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
***
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
***
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
***
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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Abbas, the Saqqa’ (the Water Carrier), the Moon of the Hashimites, the Standard-Bearer of Husayn, and the eldest among his brothers. He went to fetch water and they attacked him, Abbas moved against them reciting: “I do not fear death even when it calls out to me, I will fight until I cannot be seen in the heat of the battlefield, my life is ransom upon the one who is the life of Mustafa, verily I am Abbas and came to fetches water, while I do not fear on the day of battle”.
He scattered the forces, while Zayd bin Warqa’ ambushed him from behind the palm tree with the help of Hakim bin Tufayl Sumbosi and struck his right hand. Then Abbas defended himself with left-hand while reciting the following Rajaz: “By Allah! Although you have severed my right hand, I shall keep defending my Religion and also my truthful Imam, who is the son of the Prophet”.
He fought until he was exhausted. Hakim bin Tufayl Ta’i ambushed him from behind the palm tree and struck his left hand.
Hazrat Abbas said, “O soul, do not fear the infidels, may you receive the glad tidings of the Mercy of the Omnipotent, along with the Prophet, the Master of the empowered. They have severed my left hand with injustice, O Lord burn them in the fire (of hell)”.
The accursed killed Abbas (as) with an iron mace.
When Imam Husayn (as) saw Abbas (as) upon the ground near the bank of Euphrates,
Imam Husayn wept and said, “You, evil people, you have transgressed in your wickedness opposing the religion of Prophet Muhammad (sawaw), was he not the Best Prophet bequeath to you regarding us, are we not of the progeny of the Righteous Prophet, is not Al-Zahra (sa) my mother among you, was not Ahmad (sawaw) the best among the creations, you are condemned and failed because of what you committed and very soon you will face the scorching fire (of hell)”
"Bismillah
Peace be on you, the Pure & Purified
Peace be on you, O the Patient & Thankful
Peace be on you O the Knowledgeable & who acted on the knowledge
Peace be on you O Honored (Fazila) & Purified(Zakiya)
Peace be upon you O Pious (Taqiya)& Naqia
Peace be upon you O Razia & Marziya (Pleased with HIS decree)
Peace be upon you the wife of the Vicergent of Allah,
Peace be upon you o companion of Ameer ul Momineen
Peace be on you, O Ummul Baneen
Peace be on you, the mother of Abbas, son of Amir al-Mu’mineen, Ali ibn Abu Talib,
Peace be upon you & your four sons who sacrificed their lives on Imam Hussain (as) on the day of Ashura
May Allah be pleased with you and make Heaven your home and resting place, with God’s mercy and blessings.
O intimate of Allah, Stand by us when Allah sits in judgment over us.
Send Blessings on Muhammad & his pure family"
- Ziyarat of Lady Ummul Baneen (the Mother of Sons)
http://www.duas.org/ummulbaneen.htm
Peace be upon the four sons of Ummul Baneen (as)
On These Sands
Look! Don’t you see what could have been alive here?
Have you no pain to force your heart to turn and hearten?
On these sands there is no passerby who will not weep
Time is passing and O’ Passerby make your circulation
The Ka’ba of our history beckons to be circulated
These sand grains mourn their master, let’s hear their description:
We are lowered by the weight of tragedy and spilt blood
Don’t feel empathy for us, we are to blame for this crimson
The women make their pledges to their Lord and master
They knew the story would be weaker if we were the spokesperson
They have fulfilled their pledges to be the storyteller
Who are we! We couldn’t cover Hussain when he had no kaffen
Yet we tell the history of Karbala and the women there
We couldn’t create a sandstorm to blind and stop these men
But we can’t contain ourselves from what we’ve felt and heard
That the son of Ali must accept men, women, and children
For nothing less than sacrifice and suffering, soon you shall see
This is why we still speak even if the women have spoken
Al-Hussain’s caravan was the era’s ship of salvation
Kufa’s letters were the winds that gave direction, we, his ocean
You must know there is Divine Wisdom only he ascertains
Because little Fatima is left in Madinah with no one
Her youth and illness keep her from understanding why
She begs Al-Hussain not to leave her side or she’ll worsen
Al-Hussain’s tears have silently fallen and pattered us
His quiet tears always burned us more than desert sun
Father and daughter are separated while Hussain still lives
The only struggle of its kind so acknowledge its distinction
When Hussain sets to travel, so ensue the first goodbyes
Fatima and Hussain and Ummul Baneen and her brave children
Mother to four sons is ready to set them free for martyrdom
It is Ummul Baneen who readies her sons for action
Since their birth, she has instilled the affection for al-Hussain
And in their farewell she tells them “die before him as loyal men”
She turns to Abbas who will soon carry the flag for all to see
“When you are by that river, remember your brethren”
A mother born from strength marries Ali and serves his Hussain
Brought up her sons to serve even if they would be the exception
We can’t know the pain of this mother but we’ve heard her cry
When her sons were no longer we felt her chest tighten
With the fall of each son, she fell to her knees and quivered
A mother of martyrs falls but we must be left unshaken
If the earth shakes and falls, there is nothing to hold us
It is only by God’s Patience, we withstood this affliction
We were tested most on Karbala’s planes with the weight of martyrs
The suffering continued after each death with these women
Layla and Ali al-Akbar, Zaynab and Aoun and Muhammad
Their wails shatter us into a thousand more grains in devotion
Layla readies herself and her son to fight and fall soon
We hear goodbyes and know the weight of Layla’s knees when stricken
Who can bear to watch The Prophet die by sword in battle?
Ali was a reminder as they killed The Prophet’s reflection
Ali Akbar is a trotting mirror of Muhammad’s face
Too many afraid to approach him, as if pulled was the curtain
Who were they seeing? Their resurrected outcome faces them
Ahmad is from Hussain and this Ali is proof of relation
Layla, his mother is watching and her tears quench our thirst
What is she watching? Must she watch the death of her son?
Know this: goodbyes here are unlike any other goodbye
And the mothers and women here are unlike other women
There is a child later who will give the last farewell
Resembling a union when her father’s head to her is given
Ruqaya is a martyr who has not died in Karbala
Her grief and distance from al-Hussain beg for reason
A child who endures two losses: her father and Imam
We felt her body’s excitement when ended this separation
Her last exhale of breath blew us and disturbed our stillness
Winds move us but we‘d stay with her if we chose our direction
Know our prayers for free will began with Hussain’s caravan
Ruqaya resists thirst only to be gifted Hussain broken
Why are the skies not falling? Why are we not crumbling?
It’s not possible to leave Hussain’s daughters forsaken!
We didn’t forsake these young thirsty tongues, we are sand
We obeyed destiny as these martyrs die for their guardian
We will watch and feel these tragedies a thousand times
If it means we know and comfort Hussain with compassion
But when Hussain is at rest, who is the shadow that speaks?
Who is this guardian that lectures Yazid in court? Listen!
“Ya Yazid! You have blocked all paths for us and made us captives
Moving places, do you think Allah from us blessings has taken?
Do you think killing those who God loves makes you great and proper
And God looks at you with special grace?” This is Zainab’s precision
It is as if Ali has descended with his eloquence
The adornment of her father, Zainab, drew his inspiration
It is her words that struck them silent so they can realize
Ali’s daughter speaks to them, will they not awaken?
What is this! If we were human we‘d wish to be dust for support
But here we are, wishing to be human to support these women
What madness this tragedy has struck into our depths
To the hearts of believers, this tragedy is an affliction
When the battle is fought and we settle on these planes
Zainab is on that hill watching her brother downtrodden
His death is a thousand losses and still there were others
She has lost brothers and guardians, a son and another son
Tell us! Is the story capturing the storyteller?
Does she deserve to be hurt and taken captive in dessert sun?
How many goodbyes we’ve heard her give and still she remains
She doesn’t crumble in face of this trepidation
Zainab is comforted by al-Hussain with his presence but
Where is he about to go? Who will witness with toleration?
Remember that a goodbye here is no ordinary goodbye
Every farewell and goodbye ended in death, a separation
When Zainab is on that hill watching her Hussain slain
We heard her heart shift and grief take it captive, a suffocation
When Zainab stands upon us, we know we must hold firm
If she hasn’t crumbled or shaken, how could we quaken?
If she has withstood the sun’s heat and refuses Yazid
How can we complain of this sun and the battle undertaken?
This is the Zainab we venerate in our stories
A model for everything and everyone, from dust to human
The adornment to the peak of eloquence and the one
Who shakes a courtroom and echoes in its chambers now woken
Yazid will fall because Zainab has stood, and we know this
We won’t comfort the one who topples over unforgiven
Don’t you see what could have been alive here and what isn’t?
This Hussain and his storytellers and supporters would have been
We blame ourselves and we’re proud of ourselves, we did what we could
But we didn’t do what we wanted: to stop this privation
This is the description we share because who has told it?
The women had spoke of their Imam, brothers, and children
Where is the story of the women, where? We suffice as witness
Their hurt is multiplied by the weight of grief and they sicken
Their days will continue, and our planes can’t handle anymore
May God provide and let us comfort them, our salvation
These sand grains have seen, felt, heard, and understood all that
Hussain and his caravan gave and bled so we’ll always listen
Mother to four sons is ready to set them free for martyrdom It is Ummul Baneen who readies her sons for action
Since their birth, she has instilled the affection for al-Hussain And in their farewell she tells them “die before him as loyal men”
