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In the Name of God بسم الله


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  1. continued... For eons of time, my luminous dew Drenched the Nainava sands in a silvery hue This color was cold, devoid of the pure So the grits served no calling, unable to cure But embedded in shards was a prophecy great The red of a being who would alter their fate Thus the sands then awaited and slumbered in dunes Serenaded by winds who howled in tunes Many a came, to build cities and homes But fortune decreed, here only they'd roam Recall in Seventy One, the interminable rain The onslaught of punishment for mocking his name I witnessed my mien in every inch of this Earth For mirrored were lands, and extinguished were hearths The vessel rocked by, and sailed to and fro Before halting abruptly, though they fervently rowed A tsunami was sowed from the quake of the land Mankind grew wary, being the last of their clan Their captain perspired, and turned to the skies Aid me, Almighty! Pay heed to my cries. The mornings and eves have witnessed this true Not a canyon or mountain has hindered this crew So why is there gnawing? My heart cannot rest! Will it sink like my ship, in the midst of this crest? The Archangel called out, this course was preset He willed you to wallow in this trial you met Ages from now, will transpire a noon When the skies will weep blood, and will tremble the moon The son of His last, will be murdered unjust His throat will be parched, his shroud will be dust With sorrow-filled orbs, in a trembling state Who'll kill him? He asked. Who'll harbor such hate? A man not deserving, of even that name More feral than beasts, who exist solely to maim So added to scroll of those that cursed him The holy Nuh's name, in a heavenly hymn.
  2. Yes, similarly I heard in a speech that eating or drinking haram unknowingly still affects one spiritually. The analogy the speaker gave was that if you eat something poisoned, without knowing that it is poisoned, it will still harm you physically. The effect of of haram on the soul is a similar matter. However, I think that if you are actively and consciously trying to avoid haram, Allah swt will aid you in your struggle.
  3. Salam, I think often times many of us cry "ritually" in the sense that we forget that those tears should serve to soften our hearts. After our hearts are softened, we are more easily able to accept our mistakes. Whenever a lecturer points out something wrong with society or something the society should improve, we should never think that this admonishment is applicable only to someone else. We should always think that the lecture being recited is directed at ME. Another way to make Moharram productive is to obtain a lesson from each shahadat. For example. what good is crying over Hazrat Hur if you refuse to forgive your friend? If Imam can forgive his once-enemy, who are we to hold a grudge over anyone? May Allah swt bless you with many opportunities for self-building this Moharram.
  4. Jazakallah, my favorite line: "The year rises with a cataclysmic fall." May you receive no gham except Gham-e-Hussain (a.s.)
  5. I step outside my door into the frigid night Anticipating and longing for an unwelcome sight My heart has gone heavy from dejection of lead My head has gone heavy producing tears of dread The sight is awaited for it means once again I am to be reunited, with my Mola Hussain As my eyes scan the night, the onyx, the black The coagulation of tears makes me lose my track There’s prayer I yearn, a prayer ungrateful That I may go blind, my sight become dull For if I can’t see it, then it might serve to mean Whatever it witnessed, was but a dream My dua is not granted, and the blood in my veins becomes rapid, torrential, as I look up to claim the piercing white crescent of poisonous light the harbinger of grief, the pronouncer of plight This sight is unwelcome for time now drips Elusive like water, seeping through the tips No! How I dare speak of that, of water like time Let my pen be forgiven, oh master of mine Curse to the gall I had to utter such sighs How I mentioned that, which you were denied? My admonishment complete, I address now the moon As it conceals within nimbuses and velvety gloom Tell me, I say, how you muster this might? To cover yourself fully with the cloak of the night? When she who was born in the veil of Tatheer Is without cloak, without veil, without that which was dear? Woe is to me! The vibrations of cries Cause ripples in the air surrounding my sides How fluid your words, how freely you speak Incognizant of the truth of the answers you seek How can I, the moon, commit err when my birth Was for the love of the five who once tread on this Earth From the recesses of time, I convey a saga of pain Let the clouds be my kerchief, let the earth foresee rain ...to be continued
  6. May Allah swt hasten the reappearance of the Imam (a.s.) to avenge the blood of Sakina that fell upon the sands.
  7. This was riveting. I am in tears. Thank you so much for sharing.
  8. Jazakallah. I am humbled, my only wish is that this is accepted by them (a.s.) I am reading Milton's Paradise Lost right now and wish someone that talented could write such a poem about Kerbala. That'd be amazing. :cry:
  9. Stripped down to its molten core, the sun beats, pulsates. the dry blazing winds extract the little scarce droplets left, And she, cloaked in Tatheer, releases the petals. They land. One by the river, One covered by a mound of dust, Two in embrace, One, pierced by a thorn, One shattered in fragments, One lingers in the air, awaiting the fall of others, before it is subdued by the blaze. The reds against the grit. Melt. Run. Into blood. I suddenly wake! The meaning of this, unbeknownst to me. And then I hear it. The sound I know with every cell The echo of Bilal’s legacy, striking the streets of Medina, and the chords of my heart The quintessence of Mohammad’s voice, whilst emitting the might of Ali. His call! My brother! The azaan! Lingering promise gnawing at my soul, fulfilled! Akbar has returned for me. His last footprints become evermore palpable. The last rays of the moonbeams bend their light into the distance. I see no standard. I hear not the flourishing merriment of the Hashmite garden. The scene gathers. The darkness is forlorn, The house is empty, devoid of the peals of Asghar’s laughter and Sakina’s jubilance. His footprints vanish. The holy masnad of Hussain, is cold, vacant, The jhula is still, stagnant, silent. I know now. And I weep.
  10. I have a test on this in two days. In an effort to put it off, I come on to shiachat. Haven't logged into shiachat for like a year, and the first post I stumble upon is this one. I'm guessing this isn't coincidence. I should start studying.
  11. Concept is a flat heart line that is revived after the zikr of Mola Ali. Badli musebton ki jo chaaee thi chat gayi Mushkil meri hayat kay raston say hut gayi Mai nay Ali ka naam liya jab jalaal mai Ghabra kay meri maut bhi waapas palat gayi. Haathon mein Murtaza ki Wilayat ka Jaam Hai.. Masti si Chaa Rahi hai, Isi mey ka kaam hai.. Bus Mey Qalandari ki Muqaddas zaban hai. Dil Dharkano’n samait ALI(a) ka Ghulam hai. Please read a fatiha for my marhomeen. Syed Jalal Haider Jafri, Syeda Kaniz Fatima Abdi, Syeda Aziz Fatima Abdi, Syed Zulfiqar Hussain Hasny. Jazakallah
  12. http://dea-pride.deviantart.com/art/Fatima-Bizzat-o-minni-205563813
  13. I'm so sorry. I hardly come on here anymore... My apologies. What was your question?

  14. Asalamalaikum, Another one.. http://dea-pride.deviantart.com/#/d35r25e Iltemaase Dua
  15. http://dea-pride.deviantart.com/#/d34ilga
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