Halt O' Night

By: Sahar Hussain



Time halt ... Don't take your turn;
tonight is the last gather,
murmured the little Sakina.
Tomorrow, the morning sun;
shall separate my part from me,
from his throat shall drip blood;
and I would collect them in my gown.
Tell me O' night,
Where can I hide my father,
from the hungry preys ?
I fear ... I fear, to lose him.
Like a gardener who picks his choicest flowers;
Angel of Death shall distance tomorrow,
his God's roses from the infinite weeds.
In the tents; mother's instructed their youths;
to dedicate their lives for their master.
Sisters watched their brothers;
as they prepared themselves.
Little Sakina, scented her father's chest,
weeping silently.
Where will I place my head,
when my ears bleed?
Who will caress me, when my veil,
shall be seized?
Hussain, held her in his arms;
and wiped her tears,
Don't cry my dear, for I am yet alive.
Father cannot see your tears,
like diamonds they pierce my heart.