**merciful**

Assalamu Alaikum, Thank you for your kind words, may Allah give Tawfeeq and success to all of you. Wassalam

Her hurricane There was once a world I floated in that seemed dark, lonely, and suppressing A world deprived of people, nature, or any sign of life In that cave of flesh I grew older in size but stayed unchanged in wits It was a world quite yet unstill, A micro of the macro You lived in this world while I lived in yours The smile I had came from your countless frowns The laughs I enjoyed came from your endless tears The hurricane of life was your abode Constantly dodging the debris that came your way Debris of conflict, upbringing and pain But me, there I was secure and so sane in a cave that distanced and impeded profane Not an once reached me, not a voice I heard Kept in stability while the outside of me turned In warmth and shelter I was cuddled in, but little did I know I’m in a hurricane A hurricane of sleepless hours, determination that devours, shatters skies and destroys towers, levels anguish like bright flowers You were that resistance that swore to never stop, striving and struggling to reach the top And then came the moment The moment which gave meaning and reason to all that pain And made ok that hurricane You may have cried, screamed, and suffered but now all that is just a passing cloud The joy becomes a wave streaming like a rush of adrenalin, leaving you like you never frowned In your world now is no one, but its single resident in your hands A world that existed for only 9 month, but months that led me to who I am today Never will I forget that world I was in I look back and say… who knew from there all things will begin You oh mother, are my origin. -Ali

In him I see… I don’t see a man simply mounting a horse I see the embodiment of faith mounting disbelief In his hand swerves not a sharpened sword But an unmatched religion sharpened to perfection Its not water that he wanted to retrieve and revive the dead tongues But the indication of life to revive our dead souls Is that the essence of Mohamed on the field? Or the manifestation of the purified ones It’s the inheritor of he who sacrificed a lamb And of he who split the sea, just like a dam Of the one who in a cradle said “God’s servant I am” He’s the strength of that warrior his father Ali And the heart of Mohamed sent as a mercy Thus in Karbalaa wasn’t just Hussain and Yazeed It was Abraham and his arch enemy Nimrud It was Moses and pharaoh that man of such crude It was Able and Cane the brothers of feud It was truth in its fullest combating falsehood Let the storms of hatred attack the sea of Husain The ship of salvation will always exude