Women of Karbala

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To the women from each and every nation,
Learn from the women of Bani Hashim.

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Umme Farwa

Raised alone by Umm e Farwa, she brought up a lion
Whose father was poisoned till death, he was Qasim
He kept his promise to Hassan and stood for Hussain
He fought, until he was cut into pieces for this religion
Now look at Farwa, who collects the pieces of her son
She gave this huge sacrifice, against injustice she won.

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Ummul Banieen
She changed her name, for the sake of Imam Ali
To not remind pain, she became Ummal Baneen
She treated the sons of Zahra as her very own
For that is how her Abbas became Hussain’s soul
Just as his mother, protected Ali from any sadness
Abbas gave his life, trying to save Sakina’s distress.

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Umm Al-Laila

He was the resemblance of the Holy Prophet of God
His voice reminded Hussain, the prayer of Muhmmad
By Umm e Laila, Ali Akbar as a huge sacrifice was given
Surely, by a look alike of Ahmad, their hearts would soften
They remained cold, like dead idols and stabbed his chest
They broke the mirror of Mustafa, and failed their test.

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Lady Rubab

In hope, her 6-month-old would get some water
Rubab, let go of Ali Asghar, parting away forever
Less did she know, that this was her final farewell
For how could she, imagine the worst and dwell?
Hussain returned back with Asghar’s neck torn
Rubab’s soul shook, in silence unable to mourn
But that is not all, Rubab had seen
Her daughter, Sakina didn’t find sleep for days
She was tortured not just one but in many ways
Her clothes were burned, and ear rings ripped
Related to Ahmad, is that why she was punished?
When asked for Hussain, his head they presented
Broken, in sleep from this world, she descended.

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Syeda Zaynab

Now, Look at Zaynab, who gave up her children
to protect Hussain, became her single mission
She spoke out loud against the nasty tyrants,
She reminded the women of God’s assurances
For now if you ask, why did Hussain take his women?
Look around, in their calamity, they spoke his message.

 

So think again, oh my women of each and every nation
The grandson of Muhammad, by you saved his mission
Doubt not your worth, no matter the pain you endure
For by God, no creation but you is the strongest of all

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Fear Of the saviour

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You seized the rights of
Allah, given of your leader
From his family you snatched
away every sip of water.

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Without a sword, he showed you all to
abstain bloodshed and enter God’s path
But instead you killed him and gained
the Most Merciful’s worst wrath

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I am not surprised why do
you forbid his mourning,
Just as you denied him
water, you deny us grieving.

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How do we stop, knowingly,
that our lives are always at risk
For only through Hussain, in this
land human rights still exists

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You see, we try to change, and
to change we need to live
For our leader’s return every
sacrifice, we are willing to give.

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Just like Muhammad, Mahdi too
will be a mercy to mankind
He will show, how God- from
your dark soul’s, you’ve denied.

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I now know, it’s not hate, against
my pure school of thought
It’s fear, for as believers you’d
be exposed, as an enemy of God

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Shine for Imam Mahdi (as)

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Like the Sun I want to rise,
bright in front of your sight.
Sacrificing for the good, I try
to never dim away my light.
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For you, I speak against the
wrong and defend what’s right.
And you secure my soul,
form any darkness to ignites.
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I fear, this light, before you arrive, with my
every fibre, I continuously try to obtain.
But due to my sins, might lose its shine,
tarnishing me into pieces, once again.
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Yet I know, you’ve raised me to glare
against every cloud and thunder
I plead, approve me as your own
and come back as my just leader.
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Prophet Hud’s faith in God

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The tribe of Ad, lived in a
beautiful, flourishing land
Granted by God, blessed
with rich grains and sand.
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When Hud, came to show, who
was the creator of this beauty,
They rejected his words, and
attacked the Prophet for his duty.
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Flourished never again their
once beautiful, healthy land
Prevented was rain, a wrath
was sent by God’s command.
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Hud himself, worked in
agricultural and in the fields
And even from his own crops,
rain for many years was shield.
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In desperation, his nation begged
him to pray to his Lord again
To allow rain fall over their lands,
and success to once more, obtain.
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Accepted was the prayer to God by Prophet Hud,
Who was their giver, the nation finally understood.
For the mischiefs, upon them wraths still stood
Upon calamities, the believers, still stayed Good.

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I wonder how foolish
were Hud’s lost nation,
Like Muhammad’s,
decline from submission.

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When the giver of blessings, wants
us to learn, why is he so, very kind
To obey him, for our benefit, not
his, protection for the soul, we find.

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From this selfish world, which stains
my good, I can happily turn away
For the giver of everything, if I submit,
will protect me every single day.

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When due to his nation, Hud
faced the very same adversity
He never left God, his obedience,
showed this faith’s, clarity.

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Who was Imam Muhammad Baqir – Walidat

 

A unique star among the 14,
purified by our ‘giving’ Lord
Known as Baqir, the 5th
Imam, ‘gifted’ to us by God
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His mother was the
daughter of Hasan
While his father was
the son of Hussain.
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Both masters of the youth
of paradise, connected,
to Muhammad Baqir, as
their actions he reflected.
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Predicted it was by Muhammad,
years later, among his lineage,
a child holding his name, would
proclaim superiority in knowledge.

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Commanded was Jabir Al Ansari,
to give Baqir, Mustafa’s salutations
Not just in features, but as a leader
Baqir, had lead Muhammad’s nation.

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Trapped inside the sealed rock of
untruth, remained the ‘truth’ hidden
It called for help and Baqir, slip the
untruth’s trap, letting truth open.
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I now understood why the Imam was
known as ‘the splitter of knowledge’
to follow, this ‘gift’ sent by my lord,
I dismissed all to follow his passage

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The House of Griefs

 

With words she shook, the throne of the
misguided one, who took away her rights
She made the 1st feel guilty of his actions,
once again of guidance she shed the light.

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Indeed, bad company, is a dark, bloodied stain
which is often very difficult to be removed,
Against Zahra’s right stood the 2nd, and tore
the agreement the 1st signed and approved.

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From her child being miscarried, to her
rights from her father forcefully denied
Next to baqi, she complained to Mustafa,
for her misfortunes, all day and night.

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Complained the men of Madina, to Ali,
due to Zahra’s cries, none could sleep
He build for Zahra, a house to weep
Next to Baqi, he named’ The house of griefs’

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She requested Bilal, to once again
read Ahmad’s call to prayer
Hearing her father’s name,
she fell unconscious, in tears.

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She spoke now, in the language of
tears, known once as red rose,
she began to wither, slowly, upon
her death, she now stood close.
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Tragedy of Muslim Bin Aqeel

Invited by the people of Kufa,
for asking Hussain to arrive
saying they need an imam,
as they felt Islam wouldn’t survive.

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Trusted by Hussain was
his cousin, Muslim bin Aqeel
He sent him to see the situation,
Kufa’s people had currently been

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With his two sons, Muhammad
and Ibrahhim, leaving,
Madina to Kufa, unware, their
death would be soon waiting.

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Reported back to the Imam,
Muslim confirmed their loyalty
Thousands gave their allegiance
to Hussain, yet some hid falsely

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Among the people were
spies of Yazid, waiting to kill
Muslim and his children, for
their worldly desires, to fulfil

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And so one false, coward follower,
sundered Muslim bin Aqeel
Trying to leave Kufa, Muslim and
his children found every exit sealed

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More than 50 thousand solders
of Ibn Ziyad, dragged Muslim’s body
demanding it to be thrown down
from the roof top, mercilessly.

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At his final moment, Muslim bin
Aqeel, was asked about his last wish,
1st a simple burial, he wanted, yet his
body was thrown down like rubbish

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And the 2nd he wished, for his Imam
to never enter this ruthless city
until his last breath he wanted
to protect his Muhammad’s legacy.

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His children too hid in a household
of a childless, generous lady
but her husband wanted a reward
from this world’s most miserly

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He heard the cries of the Ibrahim and
Muhammad, Muslim’s innocent sons
Chopped their heads, distancing himself
from heaven, in the hereafter was all he won.

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