Red

 By: Sister Fiddha 

I have crawled from the ocean of your blood, Hussain,
A walking poppy, My ghost like prints,
Leave a trail of red,
From Karbala to Kufa.

My black hair cloaks me in a darkness,
Which mirrors my empty soul,
Removed of your light , Hussain.
They beat me, taunt me, trying to provoke me,
But I hear nothing, I feel nothing,
I died on your mat of arrows.

Your heart is beating beside me,
Bleeding with blood from her ears,
My hands are tied Hussain,
I can't stop her suffocation.
The noose has been placed around your aorta.
Can't you feel its squeezing?
It's only a matter of time.
A few months of choking.

Your beloved wife, is dying in front of me
From an unseen wound,
She screams inside for Asghar,
Can't you see how she turns her head,
Trying to find him.
I'm hiding him from her, Hussain
Don't worry! I wont let her see
His pea sized head,
On Harmala's spear.

We are a party of red
Dripping with your blood,
Painting the colourless sand,
With the story of your tragedy.

Sajjad, can't even look me in the eye,
Am I that repulsive Hussain?
My hair turns white with grief
My face ravaged from my near drowning
But I'm sailing through it, Hussain
I'm happy to have survived.
My smiling lips transfixed,
By the blades that killed you,
Can't curse, even if they wanted to.

I drown out the noise,
Only listening to your lifeless lips,
Moving apart in between the angels kisses,
Serenading us with the melody of God's voice,
Our beautiful swan song!


Kufa's people are armed
With the charity,
They offer as an insult.
Visions of my previous life,
When our mother was queen,
Filter through my mind,
Picking at my scars,
Drawing fresh blood
From within me.
Soon I'll be wrung out,
Then maybe I will lie
By your side
In peace.

Yazid is calling,
With each step his cores voice
Grows louder,
Beckoning us into the fire
Of an active volcano.
His lava uncloaks us,
Drunken breaths suffocates us,
Dancing girls besmirch us,
But saturated with your blood
We shun their offerings,
The air of your dying breath,
Sustaining us as we stand tall,
On a floor of burning ash.

In a small prison we sit.
Sakina's cries rip apart the night,
So we have no cloak of rest,
Only misery.
Sunlight showing anew the sea,
That flows
In your attempt to
Set the ark adrift.


While you drowned in it,
Your survivors pray
For a deluge.
So we too can lie
Amongst the corpses
At the bottom of your ocean.