Sajjad’s (as) tears

 By: Sister Fiddha

The rustling leaves
Whisper Bismillah
As the wind in its hurry
To pay salaams rushes past
Into the prison
Where the daughters of Fatima
Are kept.

Sajjad lies bowed on the floor
In a pool of blood,
Which falls from his eyes,
Blinding him from the sight
Of the uncovered princess.

Sakina lies awake
Tormented by the image of her now headless father
On a bed of arrows,
Clothes stained red
Begging for help.

Rabaab rocks back and forth
Her dry lips singing lullabies
To the opressed air
As she dreams of her baby.

Zainab, hides herself
In the folds of her silky hair,
Craving protection
From a shame which is
Seeping her life blood
drop by drop.

Sajjad dies as she calls out for Abbas,
Whose hands rise on the plains of Kerbala
Desparately trying to find
The fallen Alim of Ali
To rescue her from her cursed fate.

As the pain of Leila, Rabaab, Sakina, Farwa, Fiza, Fatima, Muhammad
Saturates the prison
Sajjad's eyes continue to flow

For twenty years after Ashura
They flowed

Whenever Zainab's name is mentioned
They flow

Wherever a shia of Hussayn is in pain
They will flow

Until the son of Muhammad
Not withstanding the tide
Reveals himself
And says
"ENOUGH!"