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.

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


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



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.


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.


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.


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’


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


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.

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.


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


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


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.


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?’


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.


Have you buried it all ?

There is deeply something
missing in your soul
when the screaming
doesn’t affect you at all

I am looking for humanity,
where has it gone?
is it still within you,
or have you buried it all?

I see a mother, crying for
the loss of her new born
to a brother tied up to
witness his sister’s clothes torn


I see a father carrying the
remaining pieces of his son
insanely, questions the
world, what harm had he done?

Do you not see, what does
a war do to a family?
It rips them apart, and
they have nowhere to be

I am looking for humanity,
where has it gone?
is it still within you,
or have you buried it all?


A teenage boy, left alone
with his only baby sister
the father gone, and
buried in fire was the mother

He takes his sister, around
from place to place
begs his relatives, but
they leave him, disgraced

He tries to work, to find food
and water to provide his sister
in desperate he steals, returns
home with bruises from an officer


He promises her, that one day
he will give her like no other
and she smiles back, sharing,
a piece of bread with her brother

A day finally comes, she is sick,
and there is no water
he tells her to wait, and
runs for help, to a doctor

He returns and listens, the
missing sound of his baby sister
The promised day, had finally
come, he had enough to provide her


Nothing was changed,
for it was far too late
from her sleep, she
would never awake

the time was gone and so
was his call of faith,
while weeping his life,
he lost it next to her grave

Loss is all, an innocent
has gained through wars
what have you lost, under
the roof with four walls


So this is my only
objection to you
let down the ego
and let other live too

Make it not, a game of
politics and murder
no is right, when bloodshed
is your only answer

I am looking for humanity,
where has it gone?
is it still within you,
or have you buried it all?

Lady Masuma, Qum

​- In search for the grave of lady Zahra,

 I wonder when will I be directed to her 

– But my direction takes another turn leading me to go find the personality of lady Masuma.

– Far away from the land of Madina, she is burried in Qum, the known daughter of imam Musa. 
– Imam Ridah, her only brother praises, ” Visiting Masuma is like visiting me’ 

– From 2 holy imam’s she is guided.

– How much blessed can her status be?
#Qum #LadyMasuma

Honour Killing 

​-Lives are taken, by the fake call of ‘honouring’

it was a tragedy indeed, for no one deserves murdering
Don’t  comment on who they were, or what did they deserved

They are no longer here and speaking ill won’t get you an award
But this recent story, grabbed human attention

Voices were raised, against those dark hearted creation
-It makes me happy, to know humanity still exists

but may I ask you, why is Zahra’s tragedy still a myth

Tell me why were the books of history torn and  burned

Did she not deserve a voice, wasn’t she the daughter of Muhammad?
Why do you hide, curse and fight

when I mention where is Zahra’s right
From heaven’s she was sent, 

even purity was shy from her scent
-But still along with her child, her life was taken

Behind the burning door, her tragedy too was kept hidden 
I now ask those who say, without a doubt no lives of Human

Be it men, women, or children should be taken in God’s name
But what about the pure Queen of heaven, 

why do you silence me when I mentioned her and her eleven?
-So before you say you stand strong against humanity

I ask you, for once turn your heart towards Baqi
Build again the walls you have taken down out of ignorance 

Read and learn, who have you avoided before the Mehdi’s appearance 
For just once, if you try your best to  know 

It was Muslims, who hurt Zahra at Muhammad’s home

May be then no lives would be taken in the name of honour

If only you stood against the right of your Prophet’s daughter

Sakina’s prayer, Abbas fulfills

-Years ago, with her hands raised
She prayed for her uncle’s return,
He promised her, he would bring water, but got killed by the oppressors.

-For she too had promised the children around her,
That no matter what, her uncle Abbas will bring them water.

-In grief, Abbas was ashamed
For he could not fulfill, the little child’s request.
But now I see, millions around his shrine, without a doubt, accepting their request.

– It now makes me realize, the prayer of Sakina was indeed accepted
Since she raised her hands, with believing faith, towards her beloved.

– In return, for her sake, Abbas accepts anyone’s call
And makes sure his Lord accepts without fail and fulfills them all.