Light from Zahra to Mehdi, disappear

Created she was for people, to show
the world of His (swt)’s merciful might
brought to earth was Zahra (sa), hidden
from eyes but brighter than any light

Upon the night of ascension to heaven,
on the 5th year of Muhammad’s mission
Was the same year, Allah sent Fatima to
show she was truly a purity from heaven


Foolish were the women of Quarysh,
when Khadija held Zahra in her womb
Criticizing the marriage of herself and
Mustafa, they left her misunderstood


But God’s plan was indeed very different
from them all, left alone was Khadija
And for her service Allah sent 4 pure
women of heaven, to deliver Zahra


And finally Zahra, in this land for the first
time when she opened her eyes
left Mustafa, in praise of his Lord,
granting him this beautiful surprise.


Before leaving any trip, without his farewell
to Zahra, Muhammad wouldn’t leave,
and soon from her separation, her husband
& children would drown in great grieve.


A light of purity was attacked with fire,
to dim away from the truth due to greed
Guidance was denied to her oppressors, for
Mustafa’s beloved they had caused to bleed.


Somewhere beneath the sand of Jannat Al Baqi,
Zahra awaits for her son to once again reappear.
Yet to avenge her death, due to our sins, Mehdi’s
light of guidance from our eyes until now disappear.



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.


Remained Human while humanity was tortured to death.

As a new born, the words
in praise his only lord
From Muhammad’s
voice, Husain was told


Instilled into his soul, to
obey the best creator
And blessed with the best
of creation to be his teacher


And Ali, his father for whom
giving up was never an answer
to Fatima, a Queen who taught
how to be a compassionate leader


From Hussain’s first breath his family knew
the journey of his stand until his tragic death
But never once did they lose hope in their lord,
for the ultimate truth their vision always held.


And with such heavy trials, in this
world, this household had lead
they taught, that even when alone,
without God you are never left


For they gave everything,
from the only piece of bread
to their beloved son and
grandson’s holy head.


To this religion and its teachings
where no other books, read
to remain human, even when
humanity was tortured to death


Hussain’s mission


After the death of the son of
the liver eating woman
who ruled over the Muslim’s
for years in oppression

Appointed now by himself,
Yazid stood to be the leader
And another generation’s lives
were now under an oppressor


Whoever, would speak defending the
teachings of Mustafa were executed,
For the basic morals of Human beings
were about to be greatly wounded.

In the call of prayer, a drunk, a miser,
a filthy man’s name was about to be added
How could Hussain, allow, his grandfather’s
sacrifice for this religion to be abandoned.

Hussain was begged by Yazid,
to give him allegiance,
make the master of sins,
a leader of Muhamad’s message.


Don’t you see, it was not for himself
Husayn gave away his head
but for all of mankind, just so the
echoes of humanity could still be kept.


I send my Salutation to the lonely master of Karbala

Do you carry Hussain’s lessons?

From people’s hearts
which deprived mercy
he sacrificed everything
to show them humanity

And yet this massacre,
done by Yazid’s army
until today, is buried
and unrecognized by many


With no political ambition
or material aims
he came to reform his
grandfather’s name

Hussain wanted to teach
good and forbid evil
show kindness, give
other and avoid the devil

Nothing but the best he
wanted for his lord’s creations
yet we repay him by allowing,
injustice and oppression.
So point not on others, whether
they belong in hell or heaven
ask yourself first, does your
action portray Hussain’s lesson?

Longer Prostration for Hussain

Beloved to him was Hussain,
for whom Mustafa never lifted
his head from his prostration

At his one request as a little child,
Muhammad got down on his knees
just so he could be Hussain’s horse ride

But now they use horses to kick his chest
he trembles back and forth without any rest
And to attend Salah, they murder him in haste

I ask you now, O enemies of Hussain
With such haste that you killed him,
to which lord are you rushing for prostration

Wasn’t Muhammad the
one to teach you this religion
Yet you betray him and his
lord by killing his grandson

When the best of creation
would slow down his prayer
just so Hussain could play on
top of his back a little longer

How could you then
butcher his beloved family
and separate this holy
religion from humanity

The accursed Satan did not prostrate to
Adam, and was sent out of heaven
Yet, O Yazid your people with prostration
have lost every last reason to be forgiven


Muharram 1438

I see an injured man lay on
the ground without his head,
through murder they thought
in erasing his name they would succeed
Stripped were the rights to give
him a single shroud was taken.
and they robbed him from
the ring Mustafa had given

Yet, this man whose own blood
alone covered him as his shroud
For this very blood belonged to Muhammad
and wrapped with purity his body was found
The land of Karbala was now
covered with this shroud
For the pure blood of Muhammad
sunk within its sand

And this sand became a cure
for God’s every creation
Verily the spilling blood of Husayn
created this land to be a visiting obligation

I ask about those who
denied him water
For now they have
deprived themselves of kawther

Have they forgotten whose
beloved grandson is Al Hussain
He is the grandson of the
one who ascended the heavens.

Have they forgotten, whose
beloved son is Al Hussain?
his father be the man who’s one
strike is worth more than the 7 heavens
To search for Muharram I find no
need to look for the moon
For the land of Karbala will
turn red out of grief soon
For the moon of Muhammad
was eclipsed in his own blood
the Euphrates dried whilst the
desert was filled with blood

This was the sacrifice
of Mustafa’s household
For without them, God’s
message would not be told
They were created for us
to understand who is our Lord
and they gave away everything
for the Allah’s noble cause.

‘ A poem written with the help of Ahmad Husayn, an aspiring poet. Kindly visit his profile to find more create pieces: