Sakina Imprisoned

A soul so pure, that couldn’t be
held within sham’s prison
To Sakina reaches death, once
and for all – giving her soul freedom.

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Yet, I can still
hear her cries,
screaming she
is orphaned.

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Though death let her
free, her grief for
her father, has forever
left her imprisoned

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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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Zaynab’s face

I know a face which reflects an undying pain
The same face also reflects courage, strength and a mighty gain.
The face had witnessed her brothers, nephews and children slaughtered in cold blood
Yet when she was asked what do you see? She said’ I see nothing but the beauty of my beloved’

Her veil was removed, revealing her holy face
Yet that torture was not enough and she was made to parade in an ally of nasty gaze.
She kept weeping for her veil to be returned
But they returned nothing and hit her with chains instead.

I now sit and wonder, why are the women of my generation so lost?
They claim they are weak and strength can never be found at any cost.

I ask them look at Zaynab, the granddaughter of Muhammad
Had lost everything yet in her heart remained the faith of her beloved.

So now if you call yourself a woman and allow men to oppress your worth.
Then remember Zaynab, who without a sword brought back the Islam you and I both claim to be our enough.
For Zaynab and I worship the same God. If she finds beauty in her tragedy,
Then who am I to complain my life is unfair, yet her was a beauty.