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Last Chance

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  1. Completely Agree
    Last Chance reacted to Islandsandmirrors in Reporting father   
    Why are some people victim-blaming? 
    This person is in clear danger and must be kept away. She’s endured so much, more than anyone would ever understand, and here some of you think you know all the answers. I hate to break it to you, but unless you’re a doctor, or a counselor, or an activist, none of you are in any position to tell her to go back home or to not take medication (if they are necessary, which I don’t think they are in this case.). Women’s shelters exist for a reason, and here is a perfectly good reason to leave. 
    People like the OP’s family should have never been mothers, fathers, and should have learned a few things about being good people. They both should be ashamed of themselves. This is not culture, this is an individual problem, a major problem of perpetuating abuse, and victim-blaming. 
    OP: Never doubt for a second that you did the right thing. Continue to keep in touch with authorities and from counselors, advisers from the women’s shelter. Get a restraining order in case your father hunts you down. A man like that deserves to be put in jail. He’s a danger to his family, himself, and to the greater society. 
    And don’t care about the guilt-trips and manipulate tactics from your mother. She chose her life, she chose her side. She chose your father. She has failed to nurture and to protect you from harm. From now, just block out whatever she says and don’t take her threats seriously. You need to keep yourself safe. You need to heal. Heal and re-build your life, by Allah’s help. Allah has provided you with the resources you need to get through this. Stay strong. 
  2. Disagree
    Last Chance reacted to Laayla in Reporting father   
    Bismehe Ta3ala,
    Assalam Alikum Sister
    I don't know what type of people you are surrounding yourself with, but please don't accept medication from anyone.
    It doesn't hurt to talk to your grandmother and explain to her what you are going through.  You shouldn't be afraid of her.
    She is only listening to the side of your parents.  If you have any type of relationship with her, you could have her on your side and she can explain to your parents to be gentle towards you.
    But there is more to the story that you are not sharing.  We only have based on the information you are giving us.
    Something is wrong, when a person your age has done a bold move like this, and then when you say "the whole famly has a similiar thinking" well sister that is a lot of people, it's you-one person vs  X amount of people who are saying something else.
    Looks like you are going to have to learn the hard way.
    God help you during this difficult time.
    M3 Salamah, FE AMIN Allah
  3. Like
    Last Chance reacted to habib e najjaar in Custodian of my soul   
    SubhanAllah, walhamdulillah. Beautiful sister. I have missed reading your work
    taqabbalAllah minna wa minkum.
  4. Like
    Last Chance reacted to AMR5 in Custodian of my soul   
    MashAllah you have talent. 
    You know you could host a blog on ShiaChat and post all of your poems there!!  
    Keep up.. 
  5. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Trumpet in Custodian of my soul   
    My master, my saviour, O' custodian of my soul,
    I write these words for you in hope of becoming whole,
    For what is my purpose if from you I'm apart?
    How do I live on if you don't dwell in my heart?
    A fish without water or a bird without wings,
    Without you I am worse off than all of these things,
    So tonight when destinies are tied and futures aligned,
    When each fate is written and missions assigned,
    I come to you begging with only one wish,
    My heart full of guilt but my eyes in anguish...
     
    I ask for a promise though I have no right,
    But the flame of my hope shines so blindingly bright,
    I ask that my soul remains always for you,
    That I remain in your service whatever I do,
    That you are my guardian and no other king,
    No other person no matter what luring they bring,
    Though I am not worthy, I know only one truth,
    That I want to give you my end and my youth,
    You are my beginning and you are my end,
    This soul that I've shattered only your hands can mend.
     
    Will you deny me on a night of such hope?
    Would you forget me when I've held onto your rope?
    No...how would you, when you've shown me such mercy?
    When you've fed me the drink of your love when I'm thirsty,
    You've responded to words still unescaped from my heart,
    Granted the prayers that I've had yet to impart,
    You've saved me from disasters to me unbeknown,
    You shoulder my sorrows though I've left you alone,
    No other such mercy exists in this world,
    For it is attained from just one household,
    Lanterns that guide and arks of salvation,
    A household of honour and saintly prostration...
     
    So I ask by your honour and by that of the other eleven,
    By the majesty of the kings of the youths of His heaven,
    By the modesty and grace of the treasure of Haidar,
    And the might of the lion who lifted the gate of Khaybar,
    And by the beauty of him for whom words I can't find,
    The praised one whose brilliance could turn my eyes blind...
    Accept me, my servitude and make me your own,
    Allow me to repay a fraction of the mercy you've shown,
    Let my eyes not shed tears except for your pain,
    And if I lose everything, let your love remain,
    If ever I'm deserted then stretch out your hand,
    Be my place of belonging if I belong to no land,
    If I lose all guidance and and in darkness I wander,
    To my calls of help always be the responder,
    Be my shelter if my home is taken away,
    The stars of the night sky and the sun in the day...
     
    May my health and my wealth and my life be for you,
    Take all that I have, I'll start afresh and anew,
    For in this world and the next, I have only one goal,
    That you are forever the custodian of my soul.
     
     
  6. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from habib e najjaar in Custodian of my soul   
    My master, my saviour, O' custodian of my soul,
    I write these words for you in hope of becoming whole,
    For what is my purpose if from you I'm apart?
    How do I live on if you don't dwell in my heart?
    A fish without water or a bird without wings,
    Without you I am worse off than all of these things,
    So tonight when destinies are tied and futures aligned,
    When each fate is written and missions assigned,
    I come to you begging with only one wish,
    My heart full of guilt but my eyes in anguish...
     
    I ask for a promise though I have no right,
    But the flame of my hope shines so blindingly bright,
    I ask that my soul remains always for you,
    That I remain in your service whatever I do,
    That you are my guardian and no other king,
    No other person no matter what luring they bring,
    Though I am not worthy, I know only one truth,
    That I want to give you my end and my youth,
    You are my beginning and you are my end,
    This soul that I've shattered only your hands can mend.
     
    Will you deny me on a night of such hope?
    Would you forget me when I've held onto your rope?
    No...how would you, when you've shown me such mercy?
    When you've fed me the drink of your love when I'm thirsty,
    You've responded to words still unescaped from my heart,
    Granted the prayers that I've had yet to impart,
    You've saved me from disasters to me unbeknown,
    You shoulder my sorrows though I've left you alone,
    No other such mercy exists in this world,
    For it is attained from just one household,
    Lanterns that guide and arks of salvation,
    A household of honour and saintly prostration...
     
    So I ask by your honour and by that of the other eleven,
    By the majesty of the kings of the youths of His heaven,
    By the modesty and grace of the treasure of Haidar,
    And the might of the lion who lifted the gate of Khaybar,
    And by the beauty of him for whom words I can't find,
    The praised one whose brilliance could turn my eyes blind...
    Accept me, my servitude and make me your own,
    Allow me to repay a fraction of the mercy you've shown,
    Let my eyes not shed tears except for your pain,
    And if I lose everything, let your love remain,
    If ever I'm deserted then stretch out your hand,
    Be my place of belonging if I belong to no land,
    If I lose all guidance and and in darkness I wander,
    To my calls of help always be the responder,
    Be my shelter if my home is taken away,
    The stars of the night sky and the sun in the day...
     
    May my health and my wealth and my life be for you,
    Take all that I have, I'll start afresh and anew,
    For in this world and the next, I have only one goal,
    That you are forever the custodian of my soul.
     
     
  7. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from AMR5 in Custodian of my soul   
    My master, my saviour, O' custodian of my soul,
    I write these words for you in hope of becoming whole,
    For what is my purpose if from you I'm apart?
    How do I live on if you don't dwell in my heart?
    A fish without water or a bird without wings,
    Without you I am worse off than all of these things,
    So tonight when destinies are tied and futures aligned,
    When each fate is written and missions assigned,
    I come to you begging with only one wish,
    My heart full of guilt but my eyes in anguish...
     
    I ask for a promise though I have no right,
    But the flame of my hope shines so blindingly bright,
    I ask that my soul remains always for you,
    That I remain in your service whatever I do,
    That you are my guardian and no other king,
    No other person no matter what luring they bring,
    Though I am not worthy, I know only one truth,
    That I want to give you my end and my youth,
    You are my beginning and you are my end,
    This soul that I've shattered only your hands can mend.
     
    Will you deny me on a night of such hope?
    Would you forget me when I've held onto your rope?
    No...how would you, when you've shown me such mercy?
    When you've fed me the drink of your love when I'm thirsty,
    You've responded to words still unescaped from my heart,
    Granted the prayers that I've had yet to impart,
    You've saved me from disasters to me unbeknown,
    You shoulder my sorrows though I've left you alone,
    No other such mercy exists in this world,
    For it is attained from just one household,
    Lanterns that guide and arks of salvation,
    A household of honour and saintly prostration...
     
    So I ask by your honour and by that of the other eleven,
    By the majesty of the kings of the youths of His heaven,
    By the modesty and grace of the treasure of Haidar,
    And the might of the lion who lifted the gate of Khaybar,
    And by the beauty of him for whom words I can't find,
    The praised one whose brilliance could turn my eyes blind...
    Accept me, my servitude and make me your own,
    Allow me to repay a fraction of the mercy you've shown,
    Let my eyes not shed tears except for your pain,
    And if I lose everything, let your love remain,
    If ever I'm deserted then stretch out your hand,
    Be my place of belonging if I belong to no land,
    If I lose all guidance and and in darkness I wander,
    To my calls of help always be the responder,
    Be my shelter if my home is taken away,
    The stars of the night sky and the sun in the day...
     
    May my health and my wealth and my life be for you,
    Take all that I have, I'll start afresh and anew,
    For in this world and the next, I have only one goal,
    That you are forever the custodian of my soul.
     
     
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    Last Chance got a reaction from Hameedeh in Post Your Favorite Nohas   
  9. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Kamranistan in Accept Me   
    My heart may be filled with every vice that exists,
    My soul may be blackened with sins that persist,
    I lower my head in humility and shame,
    That my lips still dare to utter your name,
    But how can I not, when you are so high?
    When even your enemies, you did not deny,
    My heart can be filled with nothing but hope,
    My hand can only reach out for your rope,
    For you rescue those who are shipwrecked and lost,
    Those who are shattered by turmoil and tossed,
    How would you leave me in thirst of your grace,
    When Hurr received your forgiving embrace?
     
    Whatever evil resides in my soul,
    And though I may sway away from my goal,
    However many times I may close the eye of my heart,
    Whatever distance from you I'm apart,
    There is only one truth to which I would swear,
    And if I lie, the penalty I'd bear,
    And that is your love which resides in my heart,
    Even though we're lightyears apart,
    I feel like I know you and you know me too,
    Without even knowing, my soul to you flew,
    However tarnished I am or however low,
    I don't forget the one to whom my life I owe,
    And though I am not worthy, my life is for you,
    Your hand holds my heart whatever you do,
    Sooth it or with your sorrow you break it,
    I am content so long as you take it,
    For hearts like my own will find no better abode,
    No greater blessing could ever be bestowed,
    Than to put life aside and take hold of your hand,
    Begin eternity early with a master so grand...
     
    No- I am not Hurr, but you are Hussain,
    Your mercy renders your lovers insane,
    And no- I am not worthy, but you are so high,
    A last chance for atonement you wouldn't deny,
    You are the lantern of guidance so show me the way,
    Assist me, the demons of my spirit to slay,
    For without your approval my hopes are all lies,
    Your wish is the wish of The Almighty, The Wise.
    Accept me, acknowledge me and make me your own,
    With every cell of my being I truly atone,
    There is no other beauty after seeing your light,
    No eye can turn blind after you give it sight,
    Even the dead who once loved you remain truly alive,
    Your mere name is the elixir that lets them survive...
    And I want to survive through your name as well,
    In your fortress of certainty I too wish to dwell,
    Do not let me die before my own death,
    For my soul to be dead before my last breath,
    My last breath I wish to save for your name,
    Calling for you in the hope that you came,
    For this day forward I leave old habits behind,
    Every step I take with your love is entwined,
    Your unmatchable mercy I'll try to repay,
    With your name and your love I'll embellish each day,
    These words I will write and the same I will speak,
    And in you alone salvation I'll seek,
    May my voice become hoarse from singing your praises,
    I pray my weak body with you my Lord raises,
    My hand is outstretched and I am waiting for yours,
    Waiting to wash up onto your shores,
    With you by my side, there is no sorrow nor pain,
    There is no defeat when my master's Hussain.
       
  10. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from h_al_s in Accept Me   
    My heart may be filled with every vice that exists,
    My soul may be blackened with sins that persist,
    I lower my head in humility and shame,
    That my lips still dare to utter your name,
    But how can I not, when you are so high?
    When even your enemies, you did not deny,
    My heart can be filled with nothing but hope,
    My hand can only reach out for your rope,
    For you rescue those who are shipwrecked and lost,
    Those who are shattered by turmoil and tossed,
    How would you leave me in thirst of your grace,
    When Hurr received your forgiving embrace?
     
    Whatever evil resides in my soul,
    And though I may sway away from my goal,
    However many times I may close the eye of my heart,
    Whatever distance from you I'm apart,
    There is only one truth to which I would swear,
    And if I lie, the penalty I'd bear,
    And that is your love which resides in my heart,
    Even though we're lightyears apart,
    I feel like I know you and you know me too,
    Without even knowing, my soul to you flew,
    However tarnished I am or however low,
    I don't forget the one to whom my life I owe,
    And though I am not worthy, my life is for you,
    Your hand holds my heart whatever you do,
    Sooth it or with your sorrow you break it,
    I am content so long as you take it,
    For hearts like my own will find no better abode,
    No greater blessing could ever be bestowed,
    Than to put life aside and take hold of your hand,
    Begin eternity early with a master so grand...
     
    No- I am not Hurr, but you are Hussain,
    Your mercy renders your lovers insane,
    And no- I am not worthy, but you are so high,
    A last chance for atonement you wouldn't deny,
    You are the lantern of guidance so show me the way,
    Assist me, the demons of my spirit to slay,
    For without your approval my hopes are all lies,
    Your wish is the wish of The Almighty, The Wise.
    Accept me, acknowledge me and make me your own,
    With every cell of my being I truly atone,
    There is no other beauty after seeing your light,
    No eye can turn blind after you give it sight,
    Even the dead who once loved you remain truly alive,
    Your mere name is the elixir that lets them survive...
    And I want to survive through your name as well,
    In your fortress of certainty I too wish to dwell,
    Do not let me die before my own death,
    For my soul to be dead before my last breath,
    My last breath I wish to save for your name,
    Calling for you in the hope that you came,
    For this day forward I leave old habits behind,
    Every step I take with your love is entwined,
    Your unmatchable mercy I'll try to repay,
    With your name and your love I'll embellish each day,
    These words I will write and the same I will speak,
    And in you alone salvation I'll seek,
    May my voice become hoarse from singing your praises,
    I pray my weak body with you my Lord raises,
    My hand is outstretched and I am waiting for yours,
    Waiting to wash up onto your shores,
    With you by my side, there is no sorrow nor pain,
    There is no defeat when my master's Hussain.
       
  11. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Chaotic Muslem in Accept Me   
    My heart may be filled with every vice that exists,
    My soul may be blackened with sins that persist,
    I lower my head in humility and shame,
    That my lips still dare to utter your name,
    But how can I not, when you are so high?
    When even your enemies, you did not deny,
    My heart can be filled with nothing but hope,
    My hand can only reach out for your rope,
    For you rescue those who are shipwrecked and lost,
    Those who are shattered by turmoil and tossed,
    How would you leave me in thirst of your grace,
    When Hurr received your forgiving embrace?
     
    Whatever evil resides in my soul,
    And though I may sway away from my goal,
    However many times I may close the eye of my heart,
    Whatever distance from you I'm apart,
    There is only one truth to which I would swear,
    And if I lie, the penalty I'd bear,
    And that is your love which resides in my heart,
    Even though we're lightyears apart,
    I feel like I know you and you know me too,
    Without even knowing, my soul to you flew,
    However tarnished I am or however low,
    I don't forget the one to whom my life I owe,
    And though I am not worthy, my life is for you,
    Your hand holds my heart whatever you do,
    Sooth it or with your sorrow you break it,
    I am content so long as you take it,
    For hearts like my own will find no better abode,
    No greater blessing could ever be bestowed,
    Than to put life aside and take hold of your hand,
    Begin eternity early with a master so grand...
     
    No- I am not Hurr, but you are Hussain,
    Your mercy renders your lovers insane,
    And no- I am not worthy, but you are so high,
    A last chance for atonement you wouldn't deny,
    You are the lantern of guidance so show me the way,
    Assist me, the demons of my spirit to slay,
    For without your approval my hopes are all lies,
    Your wish is the wish of The Almighty, The Wise.
    Accept me, acknowledge me and make me your own,
    With every cell of my being I truly atone,
    There is no other beauty after seeing your light,
    No eye can turn blind after you give it sight,
    Even the dead who once loved you remain truly alive,
    Your mere name is the elixir that lets them survive...
    And I want to survive through your name as well,
    In your fortress of certainty I too wish to dwell,
    Do not let me die before my own death,
    For my soul to be dead before my last breath,
    My last breath I wish to save for your name,
    Calling for you in the hope that you came,
    For this day forward I leave old habits behind,
    Every step I take with your love is entwined,
    Your unmatchable mercy I'll try to repay,
    With your name and your love I'll embellish each day,
    These words I will write and the same I will speak,
    And in you alone salvation I'll seek,
    May my voice become hoarse from singing your praises,
    I pray my weak body with you my Lord raises,
    My hand is outstretched and I am waiting for yours,
    Waiting to wash up onto your shores,
    With you by my side, there is no sorrow nor pain,
    There is no defeat when my master's Hussain.
       
  12. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from race in Accept Me   
    My heart may be filled with every vice that exists,
    My soul may be blackened with sins that persist,
    I lower my head in humility and shame,
    That my lips still dare to utter your name,
    But how can I not, when you are so high?
    When even your enemies, you did not deny,
    My heart can be filled with nothing but hope,
    My hand can only reach out for your rope,
    For you rescue those who are shipwrecked and lost,
    Those who are shattered by turmoil and tossed,
    How would you leave me in thirst of your grace,
    When Hurr received your forgiving embrace?
     
    Whatever evil resides in my soul,
    And though I may sway away from my goal,
    However many times I may close the eye of my heart,
    Whatever distance from you I'm apart,
    There is only one truth to which I would swear,
    And if I lie, the penalty I'd bear,
    And that is your love which resides in my heart,
    Even though we're lightyears apart,
    I feel like I know you and you know me too,
    Without even knowing, my soul to you flew,
    However tarnished I am or however low,
    I don't forget the one to whom my life I owe,
    And though I am not worthy, my life is for you,
    Your hand holds my heart whatever you do,
    Sooth it or with your sorrow you break it,
    I am content so long as you take it,
    For hearts like my own will find no better abode,
    No greater blessing could ever be bestowed,
    Than to put life aside and take hold of your hand,
    Begin eternity early with a master so grand...
     
    No- I am not Hurr, but you are Hussain,
    Your mercy renders your lovers insane,
    And no- I am not worthy, but you are so high,
    A last chance for atonement you wouldn't deny,
    You are the lantern of guidance so show me the way,
    Assist me, the demons of my spirit to slay,
    For without your approval my hopes are all lies,
    Your wish is the wish of The Almighty, The Wise.
    Accept me, acknowledge me and make me your own,
    With every cell of my being I truly atone,
    There is no other beauty after seeing your light,
    No eye can turn blind after you give it sight,
    Even the dead who once loved you remain truly alive,
    Your mere name is the elixir that lets them survive...
    And I want to survive through your name as well,
    In your fortress of certainty I too wish to dwell,
    Do not let me die before my own death,
    For my soul to be dead before my last breath,
    My last breath I wish to save for your name,
    Calling for you in the hope that you came,
    For this day forward I leave old habits behind,
    Every step I take with your love is entwined,
    Your unmatchable mercy I'll try to repay,
    With your name and your love I'll embellish each day,
    These words I will write and the same I will speak,
    And in you alone salvation I'll seek,
    May my voice become hoarse from singing your praises,
    I pray my weak body with you my Lord raises,
    My hand is outstretched and I am waiting for yours,
    Waiting to wash up onto your shores,
    With you by my side, there is no sorrow nor pain,
    There is no defeat when my master's Hussain.
       
  13. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Lordofgemini in The Hand That Holds My Heart   
    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    My hand writes when his praises my lips can't start,

    For him who knows my sorrow before I know my own,

    And him who assists me while to me he's unbeknown,

    The soul that I neglect, and yet I am his concern,

    And while I search for comfort, it is him for whom I yearn,

    I write for the mercy that descends whilst I wander in the dark,

    The flood that drenches sincere souls and lets them board his ark.

     

    He whose generosity to the stingy knows no bounds,

    And his benevolence, the wretched it surrounds,

    The way a noble master still cares for his lowly slave,

    And rather than avenging him, he tries his best to save.

    And why not? When from a household of divine mercy he comes,

    And a household of nobility to which all royalty succumbs,

    Fathers who humble humility and make bravery feel small,

    And the mother of all mothers, of women- the best of all.

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For him from whom it hurts to be apart,

    He whose mention fills my heart with joy,

    And even the worst of sorrows, his names alone destroy,

    The rays of hope that shine through clouds of despair,

    The guardian to whom I entrust every affair.

    What worry exists when I have such a master?

    What is failure, and what is disaster?

    I am not worthy but he is so high,

    A servant who calls him, how can he deny?

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the one who helps his lover and then will suddenly depart,

    For him whose love overpowers any other,

    A sister will leave her brother, a son will part from his mother,

    Just to be with the master they've never seen,

    And yet somehow, his lovers they have always been.

    Minds are left boggled and thinkers, insane,

    Only those who believe in divinity remain,

    If ever someone claims to know what love is,

    Show him Habib and Abbas and Aabis,

    Such love is not mortal nor is it mundane,

    It is this love in which immortal legends are slain,

    How it is I wonder, that some deny his being,

    When loving him is greater proof than even hearing him or seeing.

     

    My hands rise for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the veils between us to one day fall apart,

    For the clouds to move and the sun to wake us all,

    The triumph of truth and of falsehood, its downfall.

     

    But with more anguish I raise my hands again,

    Not for anyone- but for me and my own gain,

    I raise my hands to one day be with him,

    For the flame of my heart never to be found dim,

    I raise my hands to not be the cause of his sorrow,

    To bury yesterday deep and succeed instead tomorrow,

    To have a heart of iron, unswayable from truth,

    I raise my hands to be accepted in my youth,

    To be the cause, just once, of his glowing, treasured smile,

    Defeat the demons on the other side of every given trial.

    I raise my hands to answer his call on the awaited day,

    When crowds of sobbing servants for their king shall make way,

    When his beauty will leave poets without words with which to speak,

    And speakers will be speechless, their trained tongues numb and weak,

    Wealth would lose all value, the only currency- his love,

    The ornament of the heavens has descended from above.

    I raise my hands to see his light even if it blinds my eyes,

    For the one that healed prays behind him, for whom a nation is baptised,

    I raise my hands for his hand to pass my lowly head,

    To touch the holy sand on which his blessed feet tread,

    To drown in his love and to die in that state,

    To be lead by his hand towards heaven's gate,

    And to somehow have some words left in my heart,

    So with the angels singing his praises, I can also take part.

     

     

     

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    Last Chance got a reaction from InfiniteAscension in The Hand That Holds My Heart   
    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    My hand writes when his praises my lips can't start,

    For him who knows my sorrow before I know my own,

    And him who assists me while to me he's unbeknown,

    The soul that I neglect, and yet I am his concern,

    And while I search for comfort, it is him for whom I yearn,

    I write for the mercy that descends whilst I wander in the dark,

    The flood that drenches sincere souls and lets them board his ark.

     

    He whose generosity to the stingy knows no bounds,

    And his benevolence, the wretched it surrounds,

    The way a noble master still cares for his lowly slave,

    And rather than avenging him, he tries his best to save.

    And why not? When from a household of divine mercy he comes,

    And a household of nobility to which all royalty succumbs,

    Fathers who humble humility and make bravery feel small,

    And the mother of all mothers, of women- the best of all.

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For him from whom it hurts to be apart,

    He whose mention fills my heart with joy,

    And even the worst of sorrows, his names alone destroy,

    The rays of hope that shine through clouds of despair,

    The guardian to whom I entrust every affair.

    What worry exists when I have such a master?

    What is failure, and what is disaster?

    I am not worthy but he is so high,

    A servant who calls him, how can he deny?

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the one who helps his lover and then will suddenly depart,

    For him whose love overpowers any other,

    A sister will leave her brother, a son will part from his mother,

    Just to be with the master they've never seen,

    And yet somehow, his lovers they have always been.

    Minds are left boggled and thinkers, insane,

    Only those who believe in divinity remain,

    If ever someone claims to know what love is,

    Show him Habib and Abbas and Aabis,

    Such love is not mortal nor is it mundane,

    It is this love in which immortal legends are slain,

    How it is I wonder, that some deny his being,

    When loving him is greater proof than even hearing him or seeing.

     

    My hands rise for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the veils between us to one day fall apart,

    For the clouds to move and the sun to wake us all,

    The triumph of truth and of falsehood, its downfall.

     

    But with more anguish I raise my hands again,

    Not for anyone- but for me and my own gain,

    I raise my hands to one day be with him,

    For the flame of my heart never to be found dim,

    I raise my hands to not be the cause of his sorrow,

    To bury yesterday deep and succeed instead tomorrow,

    To have a heart of iron, unswayable from truth,

    I raise my hands to be accepted in my youth,

    To be the cause, just once, of his glowing, treasured smile,

    Defeat the demons on the other side of every given trial.

    I raise my hands to answer his call on the awaited day,

    When crowds of sobbing servants for their king shall make way,

    When his beauty will leave poets without words with which to speak,

    And speakers will be speechless, their trained tongues numb and weak,

    Wealth would lose all value, the only currency- his love,

    The ornament of the heavens has descended from above.

    I raise my hands to see his light even if it blinds my eyes,

    For the one that healed prays behind him, for whom a nation is baptised,

    I raise my hands for his hand to pass my lowly head,

    To touch the holy sand on which his blessed feet tread,

    To drown in his love and to die in that state,

    To be lead by his hand towards heaven's gate,

    And to somehow have some words left in my heart,

    So with the angels singing his praises, I can also take part.

     

     

     

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    Last Chance got a reaction from Pinata in The Hand That Holds My Heart   
    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    My hand writes when his praises my lips can't start,

    For him who knows my sorrow before I know my own,

    And him who assists me while to me he's unbeknown,

    The soul that I neglect, and yet I am his concern,

    And while I search for comfort, it is him for whom I yearn,

    I write for the mercy that descends whilst I wander in the dark,

    The flood that drenches sincere souls and lets them board his ark.

     

    He whose generosity to the stingy knows no bounds,

    And his benevolence, the wretched it surrounds,

    The way a noble master still cares for his lowly slave,

    And rather than avenging him, he tries his best to save.

    And why not? When from a household of divine mercy he comes,

    And a household of nobility to which all royalty succumbs,

    Fathers who humble humility and make bravery feel small,

    And the mother of all mothers, of women- the best of all.

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For him from whom it hurts to be apart,

    He whose mention fills my heart with joy,

    And even the worst of sorrows, his names alone destroy,

    The rays of hope that shine through clouds of despair,

    The guardian to whom I entrust every affair.

    What worry exists when I have such a master?

    What is failure, and what is disaster?

    I am not worthy but he is so high,

    A servant who calls him, how can he deny?

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the one who helps his lover and then will suddenly depart,

    For him whose love overpowers any other,

    A sister will leave her brother, a son will part from his mother,

    Just to be with the master they've never seen,

    And yet somehow, his lovers they have always been.

    Minds are left boggled and thinkers, insane,

    Only those who believe in divinity remain,

    If ever someone claims to know what love is,

    Show him Habib and Abbas and Aabis,

    Such love is not mortal nor is it mundane,

    It is this love in which immortal legends are slain,

    How it is I wonder, that some deny his being,

    When loving him is greater proof than even hearing him or seeing.

     

    My hands rise for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the veils between us to one day fall apart,

    For the clouds to move and the sun to wake us all,

    The triumph of truth and of falsehood, its downfall.

     

    But with more anguish I raise my hands again,

    Not for anyone- but for me and my own gain,

    I raise my hands to one day be with him,

    For the flame of my heart never to be found dim,

    I raise my hands to not be the cause of his sorrow,

    To bury yesterday deep and succeed instead tomorrow,

    To have a heart of iron, unswayable from truth,

    I raise my hands to be accepted in my youth,

    To be the cause, just once, of his glowing, treasured smile,

    Defeat the demons on the other side of every given trial.

    I raise my hands to answer his call on the awaited day,

    When crowds of sobbing servants for their king shall make way,

    When his beauty will leave poets without words with which to speak,

    And speakers will be speechless, their trained tongues numb and weak,

    Wealth would lose all value, the only currency- his love,

    The ornament of the heavens has descended from above.

    I raise my hands to see his light even if it blinds my eyes,

    For the one that healed prays behind him, for whom a nation is baptised,

    I raise my hands for his hand to pass my lowly head,

    To touch the holy sand on which his blessed feet tread,

    To drown in his love and to die in that state,

    To be lead by his hand towards heaven's gate,

    And to somehow have some words left in my heart,

    So with the angels singing his praises, I can also take part.

     

     

     

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    Last Chance got a reaction from -Enlightened in The Hand That Holds My Heart   
    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    My hand writes when his praises my lips can't start,

    For him who knows my sorrow before I know my own,

    And him who assists me while to me he's unbeknown,

    The soul that I neglect, and yet I am his concern,

    And while I search for comfort, it is him for whom I yearn,

    I write for the mercy that descends whilst I wander in the dark,

    The flood that drenches sincere souls and lets them board his ark.

     

    He whose generosity to the stingy knows no bounds,

    And his benevolence, the wretched it surrounds,

    The way a noble master still cares for his lowly slave,

    And rather than avenging him, he tries his best to save.

    And why not? When from a household of divine mercy he comes,

    And a household of nobility to which all royalty succumbs,

    Fathers who humble humility and make bravery feel small,

    And the mother of all mothers, of women- the best of all.

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For him from whom it hurts to be apart,

    He whose mention fills my heart with joy,

    And even the worst of sorrows, his names alone destroy,

    The rays of hope that shine through clouds of despair,

    The guardian to whom I entrust every affair.

    What worry exists when I have such a master?

    What is failure, and what is disaster?

    I am not worthy but he is so high,

    A servant who calls him, how can he deny?

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the one who helps his lover and then will suddenly depart,

    For him whose love overpowers any other,

    A sister will leave her brother, a son will part from his mother,

    Just to be with the master they've never seen,

    And yet somehow, his lovers they have always been.

    Minds are left boggled and thinkers, insane,

    Only those who believe in divinity remain,

    If ever someone claims to know what love is,

    Show him Habib and Abbas and Aabis,

    Such love is not mortal nor is it mundane,

    It is this love in which immortal legends are slain,

    How it is I wonder, that some deny his being,

    When loving him is greater proof than even hearing him or seeing.

     

    My hands rise for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the veils between us to one day fall apart,

    For the clouds to move and the sun to wake us all,

    The triumph of truth and of falsehood, its downfall.

     

    But with more anguish I raise my hands again,

    Not for anyone- but for me and my own gain,

    I raise my hands to one day be with him,

    For the flame of my heart never to be found dim,

    I raise my hands to not be the cause of his sorrow,

    To bury yesterday deep and succeed instead tomorrow,

    To have a heart of iron, unswayable from truth,

    I raise my hands to be accepted in my youth,

    To be the cause, just once, of his glowing, treasured smile,

    Defeat the demons on the other side of every given trial.

    I raise my hands to answer his call on the awaited day,

    When crowds of sobbing servants for their king shall make way,

    When his beauty will leave poets without words with which to speak,

    And speakers will be speechless, their trained tongues numb and weak,

    Wealth would lose all value, the only currency- his love,

    The ornament of the heavens has descended from above.

    I raise my hands to see his light even if it blinds my eyes,

    For the one that healed prays behind him, for whom a nation is baptised,

    I raise my hands for his hand to pass my lowly head,

    To touch the holy sand on which his blessed feet tread,

    To drown in his love and to die in that state,

    To be lead by his hand towards heaven's gate,

    And to somehow have some words left in my heart,

    So with the angels singing his praises, I can also take part.

     

     

     

  17. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Naz_ in The Hand That Holds My Heart   
    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    My hand writes when his praises my lips can't start,

    For him who knows my sorrow before I know my own,

    And him who assists me while to me he's unbeknown,

    The soul that I neglect, and yet I am his concern,

    And while I search for comfort, it is him for whom I yearn,

    I write for the mercy that descends whilst I wander in the dark,

    The flood that drenches sincere souls and lets them board his ark.

     

    He whose generosity to the stingy knows no bounds,

    And his benevolence, the wretched it surrounds,

    The way a noble master still cares for his lowly slave,

    And rather than avenging him, he tries his best to save.

    And why not? When from a household of divine mercy he comes,

    And a household of nobility to which all royalty succumbs,

    Fathers who humble humility and make bravery feel small,

    And the mother of all mothers, of women- the best of all.

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For him from whom it hurts to be apart,

    He whose mention fills my heart with joy,

    And even the worst of sorrows, his names alone destroy,

    The rays of hope that shine through clouds of despair,

    The guardian to whom I entrust every affair.

    What worry exists when I have such a master?

    What is failure, and what is disaster?

    I am not worthy but he is so high,

    A servant who calls him, how can he deny?

     

    My hand writes for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the one who helps his lover and then will suddenly depart,

    For him whose love overpowers any other,

    A sister will leave her brother, a son will part from his mother,

    Just to be with the master they've never seen,

    And yet somehow, his lovers they have always been.

    Minds are left boggled and thinkers, insane,

    Only those who believe in divinity remain,

    If ever someone claims to know what love is,

    Show him Habib and Abbas and Aabis,

    Such love is not mortal nor is it mundane,

    It is this love in which immortal legends are slain,

    How it is I wonder, that some deny his being,

    When loving him is greater proof than even hearing him or seeing.

     

    My hands rise for the hand that holds my heart,

    For the veils between us to one day fall apart,

    For the clouds to move and the sun to wake us all,

    The triumph of truth and of falsehood, its downfall.

     

    But with more anguish I raise my hands again,

    Not for anyone- but for me and my own gain,

    I raise my hands to one day be with him,

    For the flame of my heart never to be found dim,

    I raise my hands to not be the cause of his sorrow,

    To bury yesterday deep and succeed instead tomorrow,

    To have a heart of iron, unswayable from truth,

    I raise my hands to be accepted in my youth,

    To be the cause, just once, of his glowing, treasured smile,

    Defeat the demons on the other side of every given trial.

    I raise my hands to answer his call on the awaited day,

    When crowds of sobbing servants for their king shall make way,

    When his beauty will leave poets without words with which to speak,

    And speakers will be speechless, their trained tongues numb and weak,

    Wealth would lose all value, the only currency- his love,

    The ornament of the heavens has descended from above.

    I raise my hands to see his light even if it blinds my eyes,

    For the one that healed prays behind him, for whom a nation is baptised,

    I raise my hands for his hand to pass my lowly head,

    To touch the holy sand on which his blessed feet tread,

    To drown in his love and to die in that state,

    To be lead by his hand towards heaven's gate,

    And to somehow have some words left in my heart,

    So with the angels singing his praises, I can also take part.

     

     

     

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    Last Chance got a reaction from Shiabro in Post Your Favorite Nohas   
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    Last Chance got a reaction from *Sayyeda* in The Virtue Of Abbas   
    A king in the heavens and a master on earth,
    No wish leaves his lips since the day of his birth,
    For wealth is mere dust and the world, divorced thrice,
    And princes who lead the dwellers of paradise,
    A brother who forever is the best of all men,
    Inseparable now and inseparable then,
    With one world at his feet and the next in the palm of his hand,
    This king has a wish and in prayer he stands,
    The angels bewildered at what such a man could need,
    They patiently wait to see what the king's Lord has decreed...
    And soon comes a response to the Amir's constant prayers,
    And earth becomes impatient to see what great gift heaven bears,
    For such commotion is only for revelations divine,
    When destinies are tied and huge missions assigned,
    And so the earth wonders at what wonders might come,
    Whether all its legends can by this child be outdone,
    For what child begins his mission from the confines of a womb?
    Forcing his mother up when his master is sensed in the room,
    Moses and Jesus and Job come to mind,
    But no, this child somehow leaves them behind,
    And Joseph and Jacob and Adam come too,
    Yet still this boy beyond their heights flew.
    And why not? When his father was only through prophets described,
    And today through Haidar's merits, Abbas we describe.
    Feared to be Ali even by the men of Siffeen,
    But it was Abbas in Karbala that we should have seen,
    When bravery itself became the guard of Hussain,
    His arms and eyes gone and his body was slain,
    Yet every one of his visitors will swear he's alive,
    For through his virtues his soul has survived.
    And what virtues...where does a lover begin?
    Is it his purity, never tainted by sin?
    Or the bottomless well of knowledge divine,
    Or the fact that amongst suns, the moon somehow still shines,
    Maybe his courage unflinching, standing tall and brave,
    Or that nothing but servitude to Hussain did he crave,
    Or his humility humbling even Karbala's dust,
    Or the unspoken oath he lived with all's trust,
    Perhaps his brotherhood that put even motherhood in awe,
    Or beating patience itself, as the Euphrates saw,
    Or loyalty that will never be witnessed again,
    Maybe generosity that renders his beggars insane,
    Or the fact that to every fulfilment he is the key,
    The gateway to swaying the Merciful's decree,
    Or mercy, or endurance or absence of fear,
    Perhaps his vision of morality so clear,
    Or compassion or sacrifice or undying love,
    Maybe his wisdom untaught from above...
    Where to begin, a lover would have no clue,
    But this was something the Almighty already knew,
    He knew that an eternity would pass and another would come,
    And the earth's ink could diminish and all tongues could go numb,
    So through His wisdom a title He gave,
    Not 'the kind', 'the wise' or even 'the brave'...
    When in all the commotion earth and heaven were torn,
    A new virtue with the name of 'Abbas' was born.
  21. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Mahdavist in The Virtue Of Abbas   
    A king in the heavens and a master on earth,
    No wish leaves his lips since the day of his birth,
    For wealth is mere dust and the world, divorced thrice,
    And princes who lead the dwellers of paradise,
    A brother who forever is the best of all men,
    Inseparable now and inseparable then,
    With one world at his feet and the next in the palm of his hand,
    This king has a wish and in prayer he stands,
    The angels bewildered at what such a man could need,
    They patiently wait to see what the king's Lord has decreed...
    And soon comes a response to the Amir's constant prayers,
    And earth becomes impatient to see what great gift heaven bears,
    For such commotion is only for revelations divine,
    When destinies are tied and huge missions assigned,
    And so the earth wonders at what wonders might come,
    Whether all its legends can by this child be outdone,
    For what child begins his mission from the confines of a womb?
    Forcing his mother up when his master is sensed in the room,
    Moses and Jesus and Job come to mind,
    But no, this child somehow leaves them behind,
    And Joseph and Jacob and Adam come too,
    Yet still this boy beyond their heights flew.
    And why not? When his father was only through prophets described,
    And today through Haidar's merits, Abbas we describe.
    Feared to be Ali even by the men of Siffeen,
    But it was Abbas in Karbala that we should have seen,
    When bravery itself became the guard of Hussain,
    His arms and eyes gone and his body was slain,
    Yet every one of his visitors will swear he's alive,
    For through his virtues his soul has survived.
    And what virtues...where does a lover begin?
    Is it his purity, never tainted by sin?
    Or the bottomless well of knowledge divine,
    Or the fact that amongst suns, the moon somehow still shines,
    Maybe his courage unflinching, standing tall and brave,
    Or that nothing but servitude to Hussain did he crave,
    Or his humility humbling even Karbala's dust,
    Or the unspoken oath he lived with all's trust,
    Perhaps his brotherhood that put even motherhood in awe,
    Or beating patience itself, as the Euphrates saw,
    Or loyalty that will never be witnessed again,
    Maybe generosity that renders his beggars insane,
    Or the fact that to every fulfilment he is the key,
    The gateway to swaying the Merciful's decree,
    Or mercy, or endurance or absence of fear,
    Perhaps his vision of morality so clear,
    Or compassion or sacrifice or undying love,
    Maybe his wisdom untaught from above...
    Where to begin, a lover would have no clue,
    But this was something the Almighty already knew,
    He knew that an eternity would pass and another would come,
    And the earth's ink could diminish and all tongues could go numb,
    So through His wisdom a title He gave,
    Not 'the kind', 'the wise' or even 'the brave'...
    When in all the commotion earth and heaven were torn,
    A new virtue with the name of 'Abbas' was born.
  22. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Durr-e-Najjaf in The Virtue Of Abbas   
    A king in the heavens and a master on earth,
    No wish leaves his lips since the day of his birth,
    For wealth is mere dust and the world, divorced thrice,
    And princes who lead the dwellers of paradise,
    A brother who forever is the best of all men,
    Inseparable now and inseparable then,
    With one world at his feet and the next in the palm of his hand,
    This king has a wish and in prayer he stands,
    The angels bewildered at what such a man could need,
    They patiently wait to see what the king's Lord has decreed...
    And soon comes a response to the Amir's constant prayers,
    And earth becomes impatient to see what great gift heaven bears,
    For such commotion is only for revelations divine,
    When destinies are tied and huge missions assigned,
    And so the earth wonders at what wonders might come,
    Whether all its legends can by this child be outdone,
    For what child begins his mission from the confines of a womb?
    Forcing his mother up when his master is sensed in the room,
    Moses and Jesus and Job come to mind,
    But no, this child somehow leaves them behind,
    And Joseph and Jacob and Adam come too,
    Yet still this boy beyond their heights flew.
    And why not? When his father was only through prophets described,
    And today through Haidar's merits, Abbas we describe.
    Feared to be Ali even by the men of Siffeen,
    But it was Abbas in Karbala that we should have seen,
    When bravery itself became the guard of Hussain,
    His arms and eyes gone and his body was slain,
    Yet every one of his visitors will swear he's alive,
    For through his virtues his soul has survived.
    And what virtues...where does a lover begin?
    Is it his purity, never tainted by sin?
    Or the bottomless well of knowledge divine,
    Or the fact that amongst suns, the moon somehow still shines,
    Maybe his courage unflinching, standing tall and brave,
    Or that nothing but servitude to Hussain did he crave,
    Or his humility humbling even Karbala's dust,
    Or the unspoken oath he lived with all's trust,
    Perhaps his brotherhood that put even motherhood in awe,
    Or beating patience itself, as the Euphrates saw,
    Or loyalty that will never be witnessed again,
    Maybe generosity that renders his beggars insane,
    Or the fact that to every fulfilment he is the key,
    The gateway to swaying the Merciful's decree,
    Or mercy, or endurance or absence of fear,
    Perhaps his vision of morality so clear,
    Or compassion or sacrifice or undying love,
    Maybe his wisdom untaught from above...
    Where to begin, a lover would have no clue,
    But this was something the Almighty already knew,
    He knew that an eternity would pass and another would come,
    And the earth's ink could diminish and all tongues could go numb,
    So through His wisdom a title He gave,
    Not 'the kind', 'the wise' or even 'the brave'...
    When in all the commotion earth and heaven were torn,
    A new virtue with the name of 'Abbas' was born.
  23. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from بعيد in The Virtue Of Abbas   
    A king in the heavens and a master on earth,
    No wish leaves his lips since the day of his birth,
    For wealth is mere dust and the world, divorced thrice,
    And princes who lead the dwellers of paradise,
    A brother who forever is the best of all men,
    Inseparable now and inseparable then,
    With one world at his feet and the next in the palm of his hand,
    This king has a wish and in prayer he stands,
    The angels bewildered at what such a man could need,
    They patiently wait to see what the king's Lord has decreed...
    And soon comes a response to the Amir's constant prayers,
    And earth becomes impatient to see what great gift heaven bears,
    For such commotion is only for revelations divine,
    When destinies are tied and huge missions assigned,
    And so the earth wonders at what wonders might come,
    Whether all its legends can by this child be outdone,
    For what child begins his mission from the confines of a womb?
    Forcing his mother up when his master is sensed in the room,
    Moses and Jesus and Job come to mind,
    But no, this child somehow leaves them behind,
    And Joseph and Jacob and Adam come too,
    Yet still this boy beyond their heights flew.
    And why not? When his father was only through prophets described,
    And today through Haidar's merits, Abbas we describe.
    Feared to be Ali even by the men of Siffeen,
    But it was Abbas in Karbala that we should have seen,
    When bravery itself became the guard of Hussain,
    His arms and eyes gone and his body was slain,
    Yet every one of his visitors will swear he's alive,
    For through his virtues his soul has survived.
    And what virtues...where does a lover begin?
    Is it his purity, never tainted by sin?
    Or the bottomless well of knowledge divine,
    Or the fact that amongst suns, the moon somehow still shines,
    Maybe his courage unflinching, standing tall and brave,
    Or that nothing but servitude to Hussain did he crave,
    Or his humility humbling even Karbala's dust,
    Or the unspoken oath he lived with all's trust,
    Perhaps his brotherhood that put even motherhood in awe,
    Or beating patience itself, as the Euphrates saw,
    Or loyalty that will never be witnessed again,
    Maybe generosity that renders his beggars insane,
    Or the fact that to every fulfilment he is the key,
    The gateway to swaying the Merciful's decree,
    Or mercy, or endurance or absence of fear,
    Perhaps his vision of morality so clear,
    Or compassion or sacrifice or undying love,
    Maybe his wisdom untaught from above...
    Where to begin, a lover would have no clue,
    But this was something the Almighty already knew,
    He knew that an eternity would pass and another would come,
    And the earth's ink could diminish and all tongues could go numb,
    So through His wisdom a title He gave,
    Not 'the kind', 'the wise' or even 'the brave'...
    When in all the commotion earth and heaven were torn,
    A new virtue with the name of 'Abbas' was born.
  24. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Kamranistan in The Virtue Of Abbas   
    A king in the heavens and a master on earth,
    No wish leaves his lips since the day of his birth,
    For wealth is mere dust and the world, divorced thrice,
    And princes who lead the dwellers of paradise,
    A brother who forever is the best of all men,
    Inseparable now and inseparable then,
    With one world at his feet and the next in the palm of his hand,
    This king has a wish and in prayer he stands,
    The angels bewildered at what such a man could need,
    They patiently wait to see what the king's Lord has decreed...
    And soon comes a response to the Amir's constant prayers,
    And earth becomes impatient to see what great gift heaven bears,
    For such commotion is only for revelations divine,
    When destinies are tied and huge missions assigned,
    And so the earth wonders at what wonders might come,
    Whether all its legends can by this child be outdone,
    For what child begins his mission from the confines of a womb?
    Forcing his mother up when his master is sensed in the room,
    Moses and Jesus and Job come to mind,
    But no, this child somehow leaves them behind,
    And Joseph and Jacob and Adam come too,
    Yet still this boy beyond their heights flew.
    And why not? When his father was only through prophets described,
    And today through Haidar's merits, Abbas we describe.
    Feared to be Ali even by the men of Siffeen,
    But it was Abbas in Karbala that we should have seen,
    When bravery itself became the guard of Hussain,
    His arms and eyes gone and his body was slain,
    Yet every one of his visitors will swear he's alive,
    For through his virtues his soul has survived.
    And what virtues...where does a lover begin?
    Is it his purity, never tainted by sin?
    Or the bottomless well of knowledge divine,
    Or the fact that amongst suns, the moon somehow still shines,
    Maybe his courage unflinching, standing tall and brave,
    Or that nothing but servitude to Hussain did he crave,
    Or his humility humbling even Karbala's dust,
    Or the unspoken oath he lived with all's trust,
    Perhaps his brotherhood that put even motherhood in awe,
    Or beating patience itself, as the Euphrates saw,
    Or loyalty that will never be witnessed again,
    Maybe generosity that renders his beggars insane,
    Or the fact that to every fulfilment he is the key,
    The gateway to swaying the Merciful's decree,
    Or mercy, or endurance or absence of fear,
    Perhaps his vision of morality so clear,
    Or compassion or sacrifice or undying love,
    Maybe his wisdom untaught from above...
    Where to begin, a lover would have no clue,
    But this was something the Almighty already knew,
    He knew that an eternity would pass and another would come,
    And the earth's ink could diminish and all tongues could go numb,
    So through His wisdom a title He gave,
    Not 'the kind', 'the wise' or even 'the brave'...
    When in all the commotion earth and heaven were torn,
    A new virtue with the name of 'Abbas' was born.
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    A king in the heavens and a master on earth,
    No wish leaves his lips since the day of his birth,
    For wealth is mere dust and the world, divorced thrice,
    And princes who lead the dwellers of paradise,
    A brother who forever is the best of all men,
    Inseparable now and inseparable then,
    With one world at his feet and the next in the palm of his hand,
    This king has a wish and in prayer he stands,
    The angels bewildered at what such a man could need,
    They patiently wait to see what the king's Lord has decreed...
    And soon comes a response to the Amir's constant prayers,
    And earth becomes impatient to see what great gift heaven bears,
    For such commotion is only for revelations divine,
    When destinies are tied and huge missions assigned,
    And so the earth wonders at what wonders might come,
    Whether all its legends can by this child be outdone,
    For what child begins his mission from the confines of a womb?
    Forcing his mother up when his master is sensed in the room,
    Moses and Jesus and Job come to mind,
    But no, this child somehow leaves them behind,
    And Joseph and Jacob and Adam come too,
    Yet still this boy beyond their heights flew.
    And why not? When his father was only through prophets described,
    And today through Haidar's merits, Abbas we describe.
    Feared to be Ali even by the men of Siffeen,
    But it was Abbas in Karbala that we should have seen,
    When bravery itself became the guard of Hussain,
    His arms and eyes gone and his body was slain,
    Yet every one of his visitors will swear he's alive,
    For through his virtues his soul has survived.
    And what virtues...where does a lover begin?
    Is it his purity, never tainted by sin?
    Or the bottomless well of knowledge divine,
    Or the fact that amongst suns, the moon somehow still shines,
    Maybe his courage unflinching, standing tall and brave,
    Or that nothing but servitude to Hussain did he crave,
    Or his humility humbling even Karbala's dust,
    Or the unspoken oath he lived with all's trust,
    Perhaps his brotherhood that put even motherhood in awe,
    Or beating patience itself, as the Euphrates saw,
    Or loyalty that will never be witnessed again,
    Maybe generosity that renders his beggars insane,
    Or the fact that to every fulfilment he is the key,
    The gateway to swaying the Merciful's decree,
    Or mercy, or endurance or absence of fear,
    Perhaps his vision of morality so clear,
    Or compassion or sacrifice or undying love,
    Maybe his wisdom untaught from above...
    Where to begin, a lover would have no clue,
    But this was something the Almighty already knew,
    He knew that an eternity would pass and another would come,
    And the earth's ink could diminish and all tongues could go numb,
    So through His wisdom a title He gave,
    Not 'the kind', 'the wise' or even 'the brave'...
    When in all the commotion earth and heaven were torn,
    A new virtue with the name of 'Abbas' was born.
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