Fatima Sugrah, the ill daughter of hussain

 

He took his final farewell, from
his Grandfather and mother
he took his entire family, but
left in Madina, his ill daughter.
***
Patience of Zahra, from which
Sugrah was named by Hussain
Before leaving Madina, he asked
her to act upon this holy name.

***
As their steps left the household, she
prayed for them to safely come home
but, she was unknown, how from one city
to another her father’s head would roam.

***

Time passed by, each month, until
Muharram came, she grew restless
To quench her thirst one night, she
heard the cries of her family, oppress.

***

Slayed were the family of Muhammad,
together, each body was trampled upon
And far away from Karbala, in Madina,
Sugrah’s soul was too slowly crushed upon.

***

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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?