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River O River!
By
Haider Hasnain
River O River how could you bear
The showing of Lady Zaynab’s hair
The women not allowed to cry,
For Abbas, who by you does lie.
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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.
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Words of the heart
By: Sahar Hussain
(A poem which I had
written almost four years ago ... the words of the heart, expressions of
pain and loss.)
To : Ali Akbar ibn Al Hussain
From: Fatima Al-Sugrah Bint Al-Hussain
My Dearest Ali Akbar, how are you?
how much I miss you; you have no clue.
To meet you again is a prayer I daily seek,
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Shaam E Ghariban
(Evening of loneliness)
By: Sahar Hussain
Tears springing from the Euphrates of my eye,
as I sketch the scene of helplessness,
on the canvas of my heart.
The fire of Namrood leaping hungrily,
lashing upon the afflicted hearts,
the ripening of the intrinsic agony.
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True Submission
By: Sahar Hussain
On the peak of an arid mountain,
bordering the valley of love
stood Ibrahim Khalil Allah;
an ardent devotee of God,
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Ali Asghar (AS)
By
Noor E Zahra.
the blood of sorrow
constantly runs down
as his father holds him
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Tell me why ...
By: Sister Mardhiya
If Hussain intended to wage a war,
then tell me why,
he brought along his little children?
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Fatimah Sugrah
By: Sister Mardhiya
The caravan of Prophet has returned,
bringing with them,
souvenir's of pain.
Waiting by the entrance,
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Value your tears
By: Sister Mardhiya
Imam Redha (A.S.) said:
O' Son of Shabib! Should you weep for Husain (A.S.) in the measure that
tears roll down your cheeks, Allah would forgive all the sins committed
by you, whether they be the great sins or the small sins and whether
they be meagre or immense.
No shelter to hide my depressed soul,
no where to go besides the dark gloomy hole.
When I think back of those lovely days;
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Umm e Rabab's final lullaby
By: Sister Mardhiya
Sleep my little one,
sleep in relief;
in your ever beaming love,
I shall forever believe.
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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.
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Ya Mahdi Ajjal !
By: Sister Mardhiya
Asghar's frail neck,
collapsing under the three lobed arrow,
cries out for you;
O' Mahdi.
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Heaven's Tears
By: Sister Mardhiya
All alone by a little grave,
shattered with grief,
with a heart aching with pain,
Umm Rabab bids her infant the last farewell.
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The Whole World Cousins
By: Farah Layla Hussain
Muharrum has come, with its black
clothes, majalisis and amals.
It’s a time of reflection and remorse, to mark the course of your life
for the next twelve months.
We start the year not with marry-making,
laughter and parties, but with tears and the attitude as if someone has
died in your family.
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Muharram
By Raihana Yusufali
With the dim light of
the crescent moon
The New Year unfurls insidiously
Like black clouds of Monsoon
Casting shadows of doom and gloom
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Father, Where are you?
By: Sister
Fiddha
I sit and watch you
In my dreams
I miss you
Oh hussain
My father
Where are you?
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By: Sister
Fiddha
Nobody told me it would be
hard
Nobody said its impossible
Nobody told us
That the heroes lived lives of isolation
Nobody said Salman was reviled
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By: Sister
Fiddha
The innocent dimple lights up your cheeks
Your round wondrous mannequin eyes light up the room
And your laughter
Sends birds in a daze
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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.
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Thoughts
By: Sister
Fiddha
The familiar lament lures me
To a land that I only remember in a dream
A life I only live mourning for you.
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Ali Akber
By: Sister
Fiddha
Akbar - sugra is waiting for you
Wake up! Wake up!
Your sister voice is calling you from Medina
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I stand amongst the guilty
By: Sister
Fiddha
The tragedy is indescribable
But how shallow are our emotions
You are easily forgotten
Pigeon - holed for ten days
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INNA LILLAHI WA INNA ELAYHI RAJ’EOON
By: Sister
Fiddha
The tongue. so effuse stills at your name.
The eyes, so enraptured by the beauty of man,
overflow with tributes.
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Umme Rabaab
By: Sister
Fiddha
I see a girl
Maybe one?
I don't know
I have never been a mother?
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Aun and Muhammad
By: Sister
Fiddha
Bismillah al- Rahman al – Rahim
Our hearts are opened
Our eyes submitted
Muharram has begun
Aun and Muhammad are dead.
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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.
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Visions of Kerbala
By: Sister
Fiddha
Visions of a grieving mother kneeling on the sand by
Her sons headless body mourning
For the head that has been stolen from her lap
The sand rising around her
Each grain trying to protect her
From hurt
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