Feeding my sorrow A poem about Sayeda Zainab [sa] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- If we lay our eyes upon the sorrows that planted the earth, You’ll see Zainab sitting in between two bodies, You’ll see Zainab sitting under the moon beside her the sun, For even the stars cry with her chanting. *.*.*.* We see calamity, she sees beauty, For even the death of both worlds only granted her blessings She was the mother of the patient, for her head she offered, She was the granter of comfort even when at one point, no one cradled her *.*.*.* Hearts stopped their beating and went along with mourning, For even the skies shed no light but storms of misery, Then you have Zainab, A captive she now became, with no more Abbas, no more Hussain She held orphans! She held orphans, but who held Zainab? They tore her apart like the body of her brothers; Broken. Shattered. Silent - but patient. *.*.*.* (Zainab begins to say): To my left I see calamity, To my right I see one body - in between, I see the mother whose ribs shattered before me! To what extent does grief transcend? Through what miseries, call upon his severed limbs? Onto what arms does the river collect if, Brutality never knew its own existence then, tell me. Tell me what breaks the broken if the breaking builds you back up at his kneeling? *.*.*.* Distance ran between the fire that, Never called your name, For your sorrows became nothing bu pain when, Each limb was torn apart from your body that only croaked Hussain, With your throat you did not surrender to the, Arrows that flooded your wounds with the blood that choked Asghar *.*.*.* To my left is my bounty, To my right is my journey, only to leave me on my own Looking passed my shoulder I see the sun go down, The moon rise up, The barriers now broken, My wounds only deepen because, You gravitate over the land that knows only of a single hour, Because, your death, takes part for more than just a martyr. You lit the lantern and soaked the sand red, But brother if I ever told you what may lay ahead would you break once more? For you break my heart apart for the, Moment in time where silence treated your wounds. *.*.*.* With every arrow shot, my heart is plunged with your tears, My heart, breathes your last breaths to come back to me, Brother, I lay my hands over tomorrow, hoping to go further with you by my side, For love, abides within the heart that whispers ‘Granter’, For the tongue that only wanted water, For the wounds that would grow deeper, And for the sands that fed my sorrow. -Muharram 1435 - 2013
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 08:00:00 +0000
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