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In the Name of God بسم الله
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Heartless & Insane i am heartless & not shy can spread love up the sky & love my love till i die to mitigate some of his pain i am insane & don't care without a brain yet fair that my ONE is so rare for him blood; did rain... i visited IMAM HUSSAIN..... my heart didn't sustain stayed there with my brain so i'm heartless & insane #عبد_الاشتر
I look upon the stars ... And I see a head Hussein has been martyred ... And the lands are red Your mother weeps for you ... she looks upon your head Hussein has been martyred ... And the lands are red *** Hussein I am Fatima, and today I come to see you I come now to Karbala, the Sky is Red instead of blue I walk towards your body, I cannot believe this is true I break a Tear, O' Hussein my heart cannot see this view * The Sky cries out for you, and so Does the Land Nothing is left of you, on this Bloody Land My eyes cannot take this … lay on the ground your head Hussein has been martyred ... And the lands are red ** I enter Karbala searching, searching for that shining Star I see many shining lights, which one is yours its so far I see Abbas, your brother, he has no hands and he's afar The death of my son Abbas, O' Hussein has left me a scar * You have left a Deep scar, in my heart you have You are my shining star, and your all I have I cry for your daily ... tears of blood I now shed Hussein has been martyred ... And the lands are red ** On the hot sands you were killed, and on there now you than lay They will all be Judged my Hussein, that day will come and its Doomsday They have no shame O' Hussein, what is this horrid display Even though you're drenched in blood, you still look like a rose Bouquet * And on the ground you lay… Hussein you’re my rose To God I pray and say … they martyred my rose This bouquet I pick up … why is it drenched in red Hussein has been martyred ... And the lands are red ** They raised your head on a spear, O’ Son this display hurts me Here I am on the hot sands, I cannot describe what I see May Allah curse your killers, O’ Allah please here my plea The prayer of a mother, Allah will accept easily * You recite the Qur’an … with every last breath You call out Fatima … with your final breath The nail and the door … O’ Hussain now your head Hussein has been martyred ... And the lands are red Mountather Al-Karbalai, Ottawa – 11/11/2012 * I wrote this for Muhharam 2012, But I have not had time to post it and here it is *
A Painting of YOU I took once my colors to paint YOU Truly from where to start I have no clue The images i have are really so few What elements I should have in my view? Let my picture has a sky & let it be blue Also a river with the same color too It will include a sun? yellow! I knew Then four roses standing in a queue Blue will be two while red the other two Finally a white horse with a beautiful cue I started with blue and painted the sky Blue is for you and thus it is high The river was wide and I can stand by It also was clear crystal like an eye Then it was the sun yellow as in July Was shining but dare toward it to pry Later the four flowers; blue, red and shy YOU are the fifth but not with them why? I then painted the horse, white I apply It was gorgeous; you can ride you can fly Finally I am painting YOU; Oh my GOD, NO Who can just imagine what i really saw The blue sky is crying blood you know? The river as well has stopped to flow The Sun wishes to be down and even below I can hear her moan, listen to her crow Begging a cloud to avoid seeing the show the four flowers fainted and has no glow They became red not anymore blue; nor in row Moving in circles, the horse holds his tow The tears in his eyes; he is trying to stow Not white but also with red as cut by a saw Standing up sometimes then kneeling so slow What happened to my painting why all is red? It’s blood! It left the paper! All over it spread I can feel the dim; black is all over shed It is YOU in my picture but why with no head? Why YOU are sleeping? why with no bed? Where is the horse? why this lady instead? Why she is holding YOU up? what she said? Why she has no veil? I can't look ahead The flowers are moving bleeding and shred They surround YOU all, but one just sped She screamed “MY SON” are you really dead? “MY SON HUSSEIN” to whom I shall dread
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