Ali Asgher (as)

 By: Sister Fiddha

Follow me my son,
Through the forests of pain,
The swirling sea of pain,
The very crusts of the sharpest, agony of
Pain.

Haunt me my son,
For I cannot bear the empty night,
Without your suckling
At my breast,
I am dead while you,
Are not here.

Drink from my tears, my son,
If I had known that they would kill you,
I would not have stopped you,
But I would quench your thirst,
I would have filled seas with my pain.

How can I DRINK,
While you died thirsty,
How can I eat while you,
Died hungry,
How can I live,
While you are dead.

Oh my infant Ali Asghar,
Oh the noor of my heart,
Oh my heart.
How can I live while you have
Have been ripped
From my skin.

Oh Ali Asghar, Ali Asghar,
I could go mad with grief,
I could kill for this grief,
I could claw the stars from the sky with this grief,
But I am a prisoner,
Of your killers.
Without my hijab,
My head bowed,
Hands tied behind me,
For the love of Hussain,
I do curse his enemies.