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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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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Abbas protects the proof of God

In Karbala, both of his
hands were unjustly taken
For in return, 2 wings were
gifted to him in heaven.
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I now understand why was Hazrat
Abbas given something so high
He protected the proof of God,
with every pain and every cry.

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With no vision, within his heart
he saw God in his every action
Yet with clear sight, the poof of
God, from us remains hidden.

Who was Imam Muhammad Baqir – Walidat

 

A unique star among the 14,
purified by our ‘giving’ Lord
Known as Baqir, the 5th
Imam, ‘gifted’ to us by God
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His mother was the
daughter of Hasan
While his father was
the son of Hussain.
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Both masters of the youth
of paradise, connected,
to Muhammad Baqir, as
their actions he reflected.
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Predicted it was by Muhammad,
years later, among his lineage,
a child holding his name, would
proclaim superiority in knowledge.

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Commanded was Jabir Al Ansari,
to give Baqir, Mustafa’s salutations
Not just in features, but as a leader
Baqir, had lead Muhammad’s nation.

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Trapped inside the sealed rock of
untruth, remained the ‘truth’ hidden
It called for help and Baqir, slip the
untruth’s trap, letting truth open.
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I now understood why the Imam was
known as ‘the splitter of knowledge’
to follow, this ‘gift’ sent by my lord,
I dismissed all to follow his passage

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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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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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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

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

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

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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.

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

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

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

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