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With the tune of Qaidanhch marr gaiee, Ha'ye rhondhi Sakina, kissay sooniyanh nanh duhaayanh.....)
]Dungeon, she died within,
No one heard the cries for help;
Nor the screams of Sakina....
1) Children of Syeda,
were chained and marched to Shaam.
They cried 'Al-ataash' - 'Al-ataash'
Give us water, we are thirsty.
Instead they were whipped and lynched to death; (2)
Their bodies were scattered on the sand.....
2) Zainab, daughter of Ali,
witnessed Kerbala's atrocity.
Aun O'Mohammed, her sons were killed,
Sister to eighteen, most were slain.
Qasim her nephew, trampled she saw,
Asghar arrowed, Akbar speared; (2)
Abbas, severed and gone.....
3) Sakina, child of Hussain,
went through torture and pain.
Like her Aunty Zainab, she saw,
Her Uncles and Father were no-more.
In the cells she cried day and night; (2)
So they flung at her, head of Hussain.....
4) Everyday, Yazeeds are born,
As Hussainis, we stand up and fight them.
They prey on the weak and the old,
Drink, openly sin and call it Islam.
If at Kerbala, they vow Hussain; (2)
Had we been there, we'd have helped him.....
5) Everyday is Ashura, every place is Kerbala.
Bosnia, Chechenya, Kosova,
Palestine, Kashmir, Africa.
Muslims slaughtered everywhere,
We sit idle, do we care? (2)
Are we really, 'Muslmaan'.....[/color]</span>
Edited by shuja1966, 27 February 2004 - 06:21 AM.
