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.

***

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

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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.
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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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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: https://www.facebook.com/ahmadhusayn14?fref=ts

Saviour is Hussain

A thousand years ago, on the 10th of Muharam the grandson of Muhammad was killed.
His family never got a chance to moan
And were taken captives to the courtyard of Yazid the filth.

I’m not shocked when one celebrates the month of Muharam, and ignores the tragedy of Hussain.
For years ago, the enemies too celebrated, with music and coloured clothes when Zaynab’s veil was painfully taken.

I wonder when those who claim
‘I love Muhammad’
And shamelessly ignore his pain.
So tell me more about this love you boast.
For if the adhan still has the name of Muhammad
It was due to the sacrifice of Hussain.

If remembering the tragedy of this household makes me an unbeliever
Then I shall proudly claim yes I’m, for how can i even follow islam without remembering it’s saviour.

Always remembered

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They say that you moan over the same story every year
It’s history, it had to happen, why do you always remember ?
I say, show me a man in history who gave away  everything  for his lord
They hesitate with  no answer and I smile and say, that only Hussain’s sacrifice proves an existance of God.