WHY WE CRY (see poem below) My condolences to all the mumineen wa muminaat, muslimeen wa muminaat on this fateful day of ASHURA, the day Imam Husayn (as), his sons, nephews and brothers and 72 sincere followers were viciously murdered by the usurpers. This is a day to cry in commemoration over the unjust deaths of these holy people (and all people unjustly killed)...but even moreso, its a day to celebrate the ultimate defeat of sinister oppression and the revival/saving of Islam from the tyrannical forces that ruled. Hopefully, its a day when those Muslims who dont understand, or worse, dont know, learn and embrace the importance of Prophets Family, half of Prophets legacy to his ummah It should also be a day when, after the majlis and lamentations, mankind renews its vow to enjoin the right and forbid the wrong, and at the very least CARE about the injustice that has overrun the world. Why We Cry I Take Refuge With Allah From The Stoned Satan. In Name Of Allah The Source Of Mercy To All Of Creation; The Source Of The Mercy To The Believing Congregation. Oh Allah Bless Muhammads Soul, And Rain Down Peace On His Household. Don’t think our cries are too extreme. There’s good reason for grown men to scream. Our actions aren’t of those insane We weep in thikr of Husayn. When the guilty kills the innocent To usurp Islamic Government, Should not a Muslim cry in pain? Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Reflect on Husayn’s flawless fame. Reflect on Yazeed, steeped in shame. Shall not the heart be pierced by woe, When the Khalif is Al-Islam’s foe? Oh what a dark, sad thought to bear, It breaks the heart, moves joy to tear. That’s why our tears fall down like rain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! A heart of stone’s too hard to cry. A mind that’s closed won’t wonder why. A foolish man is deaf and blind. A coward always stays in line. But a soul that prostrates on its face. With trembling heart, seeking God’s Grace, Won’t hide from Truth, can’t hide the pain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! The Khalif chose vile tricks and lies. Husayn chose death, not compromise. This Prophet’s son would not bow down; Preferring death to being bound. To evil hind’s Satanic Son, So with his death The Imam won. Islam’s loss was Islam’s gain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Oh what a brave and selfless deed, To give up life for Islam’s creed; To sacrifice both friend and kin To show the world Islam from sin. Are you confused which side is right? How would you stand if called to fight? Are you aware just who was slain? Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! The leader of The Garden’s Youth Was murdered by a drunk uncouth. Understand the scene my friend; An angel murdered by a jinn. A jinn who held the Ummah’s reins, A womanizer half insane Condemned to death The Chaste Husayn. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! A Nimrod in Islamic Guise. A whore in veils. Truth mixed with lies. An Ummah fooled by slight of hand. One raised his voice. One dared to stand. An Abraham who chose The Flames Rejecting falsehood’s kingly claims. An Abel who opposed a Cain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! How could a demon rise so high To cause the Prophet’s son to die; To kill him with the Muslim’s sword; And in The Name Of Prophet’s Lord? Can might make right and rule God’s Deyn? Then how did things get so obscene? How will we ever clean the stain? Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! They wouldn’t let Husayn’s men drink. And now they will not let you think They barred them from a river clear. They bar you from a knowledge dear. The fence your mind with bigotry And tie your hands with apathy. Why should a Muslim not feel pain? Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! These Yazeeds kill for crown and purse, At least Muslims can spit and curse. But many think the cost too high, So they obey the one’s who lie. They would not allow Husayn a drink. And now they won’t let Muslims think, And those who think, they call insane. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! The world’s a Karbala, a desert dry; And Quran’s a river flowing by, And Ishtihad’s a water skin That’s cool and filled for thirsty men. Where is Abbas with what we need? His canteen was pierced with shafts of greed. Our thirst is not from lack of rain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Though martyrdom gave Abbas wings, Thirst remains and grief still stings. But tears alone won’t slake our thirst. Tears by themselves can make things worse. Who will stand? Who will try? To speak The Truth ... To stand ... To die; To cause a tyrant’s moon to wane? Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! (3Xs) Allahu Akbar Oh Allah Bless Muhammads Soul, And Rain Down Peace On His Household.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 15:08:42 +0000