O' my Ali Asghar

By: Sister Mardhiya

On a sand dune at Kerbala;
stood a man with a grieved heart,
kissing the blue lips,
of his dead infant.
His Asghar's last smile,
how can he ever forget?
The comforting smile,
that silently announced;
" Surely we are Allah's and to Him we shall return. "
O' Ali Asghar,
the second Ismail who never returned . . .
With what heart can Hussain,
bring back the body of his last soldier?
the six month old devotee,
who went to the field unarmed.
As Hussain headed back to the camp,
to bury his dead son,
he heard a cry;
" O' Zahra's beloved, O' my Imam,
kindly do halt for sometime. "
Under the shadows of the tent,
an empty handed mother stood.
Her eyes searched thoroughly,
to locate her withered rose.
There she sighted her darling,
under the shelter of his father's cloak,
with a smile drawn upon his pale face.
She held him close to her chest,
kissed his blood drenched brow.
Then whispered to him a lullaby,
as Hussain buried the infant boy.