Qassim ibn Al Hassan

By: Sister Mardhiya

"Brother Husayn, a day will come when Islam will need to be saved by sacrifice. Husayn, I will not be alive on that day, however my son, Qasim will be there. It is my wish that Qasim should represent me on that day."

Hassan ibn Ali ibn Abi Talib

What has become of Hussain ...
where have the fruits of his youth gone?

Can you hear the sound,
of the horses galloping,
as they crush Qassim's bones?
Can you see the joy on Yazid's troops,
as little Qassim's limbs,
lay scattered on the field?

What has become of Hussain ...
where have the fruits of his youth gone?

Where is Hussain,
at this hour of need ...
Is he by the tentside,
or on the field,
collecting his Qassim's body parts,
in his prayer cloak.

What has become of Hussain ...
where have the fruits of his youth gone?

Hussain, hiding his worried face,
from the rejoicing crowd.
Alas, how can a gardener witness,
the plucking of his flowers,
who are the fruits of his youth.

What has become of Hussain ...
where have the fruits of his youth gone?

Qassim - his Hassan's reflection,
shattered into fragments,
wrapped in a bundle,
filling the air,
with the scent of musk.

What has become of Hussain ...
where have the fruits of his youth gone?