[In Him I See...]

Assalamu Alaikum,

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

Wassalam

[Her Hurricane]

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

[Oh My Dear Husain - Ali Al-najjar]

[In Him I See...]

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