Poem written by a young teenager: My Muharram Reflections As Muharram comes and quickly goes, What do we do to alleviate Imam’s (as) woes? Do we simply come, cry and leave? Our eyes faithful, yet our hearts deceive. Our beloved stopped a battle to pray Salaat Yet we find our speed increases in every Rak’ah Are we doing enough for Imam Hussain (as)? Or God forbid, has he died in vain? Every sin we make is an arrow thrown Is it not enough that he died alone? 320 wounds from arrows and spears Yet to his message, we sometimes fail to adhere Every year to visit Karbala we yearn We ask daily, when will it be my turn? When will we see heaven on Earth? The place our hearts have been ever since birth The lessons gained from Ashura are aplenty Honour, sacrifice, dignity, bravery Despite Yazid’s corruption, Akhlaq prevailed Even it meant Zaynab’s hair to be unveiled When I think of Karbala, I think of Zaynab (sa) Despite the calamities she thanked her Rab Just a fraction of her patience would be an honour In light of our Queen, ‘the untaught scholar’ Everyone speaks of the valour of Abbas Yet it is his Akhlaq that really strikes the heart A dry thirsty mouth that refused to accept the water In remembrance of his even thirstier master The list of personalities becomes endless For it becomes impossible to describe what was witnessed From Zahra’s broken rib, to Hussain’s broken back Sacrifices for us so that our faith remains in tact So may today be our day of change For the sake of Imam Sajjad (as), locked in chains Hussain died to save our Deen Now it’s up to us, to be of the 313
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 06:51:34 +0000
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