When Alone, would you be like Ali?

 

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Alone in worship, day and
night he would remain
For alone, your souls,
one day will also be taken.

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He showed the world, the master of his
and every creation is only Allah.
While his isolation with God was
feared, he remained firm in his Salah.

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Ibn Mujlim, sought a deep desire
to marry a woman, as a condition
Accepted would be his proposed,
if completed Ali’s assassination.

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While Ali remained lost in
prayer, conversing with his Lord
Like a coward, attacked ibn Muljim
poisoning Ali with his sword.

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In this sacred month
of forgiveness, ibn Muljim
For the sake of his desires,
betrayed this religion.

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I wonder, are you and I
any different than him..
Before you put desires
above God, think again.

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When alone, would you be like Ali,
lost in his Lord’s remembrance..
Or like his killer, lost in fulfillment
of desires- chosen to be forsaken.

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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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Permission of Zahra

To enter Lady Fatima’s household,
for the soul of Prophet Muhammad
the angle of death, asked her permission,
before, accepting this very command.
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That even after being
ordered directly by Allah,
The angle knew, he couldn’t
accept, without Fatima.
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Yet, isn’t it strange, how those
who claimed to be gifted heaven
Were the ones, who took Zahra’s
rights without any hesitation.
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When the soul of the best creation,
never departed until Zahra had let go
Can you call him ‘righteous’? when
she said ‘no, I am Zahra’ and he said ‘So?’
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Burned was her door, and our
Queen fell hopelessly on the floor,
crushed with a nail, upon her ribs,
she lost her innocent, unborn.

 

Named ‘Hasan’ as a revelation

To name his first child, waited Ali,
for the Prophet’s permission
Ascended then Gibrail with the
name ‘Hasan’ being as a revelation.

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Duplicate in many features and
morals, was Hasan to Mustafa
from the very start, he gained
noble trails from RasulAllah.

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He received from his father,
Ali, with wisdom and bravery,
& from his mother, perfection in
character, was gained undoubtedly

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For truly, he imitated the best of
creation in habits and qualities
And so was Hasan, raised in the
household of pure personalities.

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At age 4, whatever, his two eyes would read,
Hasan’s mind would memorize, them instantly
Sticking next to his Grandfather, always, he
also memorized God’s revelations, blissfully.

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Such was the love from the
Prophet to his grandson,
where he asked Allah for
his sake, to also love Hassan.

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Now show me someone, without
hesitation who would ask their lord
to not ask forgiveness, but ‘love’, for
these personalities, we have found.

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Isn’t that enough, for the entire world to know
about the purity of Zahra & Ali’s household
When without a doubt, no one asks for love,
unless those obedient to their lord, can uphold.

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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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The Tragedy of Zahra

Sleepless she became, from her
separation of her beloved father
Motives had changed and gates
were shut on Mustafa’s daughter.

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A sorrow so great, that I wonder
how could the earth not tremble?
The world left dim, while paradise
rejoiced Muhammad’s arrival.

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But now his household, was
a grave target of oppression
Revealing, after Muhammad,
their true, dark intention.

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Commanded a slave, despite her
presence, to set the holy house on fire,
‘Fatima is in there!’ said a man, ‘So what!’
was the oppressors inhuman answer.

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Kicked was the door, behind which Fatima
stood to protect her appointed Imam
They caused her to miscarry Mohsin, she
blead, crying ‘why do you cause us harm?’

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Hidden was her grave, from those opposed
injustices upon her and God’s chosen leader
‘Forgiven’ one says, how? while after her,
her children too suffered like no other.

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