AlMujtaba Islamic Poetry > The Tragedy of Karbala

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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Hard

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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Peace giver

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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