A Small Poem to explain what moharram is all about.. The Day the Skies Wept Blood The tenth dawn of Islams new year, Seventy-two of the bravest who had nothing to fear, Came out to battle for our pride, Knowing that the journey to Heaven would be their very next ride. On the blistering sands, under the scorching sun, Stood the mighty Hussein, a soldier second to none, With the fragrance of musk, it had to be said, The skies of Karbala were already turning red. Every ally wanted the honor of being first, To drink the honey of paradise and quench their thirst, As each ones body fell on the sand and mud, It was Ashura, the day the skies wept blood. A marriage in the tent during this grieving hour, Abdullah knew that the time was not far, In the attire of a groom, He set out to fight, Realizing the loss, Sakina cried throughout that night. Abbas did not even drink a sip from the river, But was hit by arrows from the trees rear, Husseins final support ascended to the heavens, It was now only Hussein and those inhumane devils. But, Ali Akbar, the very valiant youngster the world has seen, Was hit in the heart during the pinnacle of His teens, The face of the Prophet (SA) with blood was smeared, Husseins tears completely drenched His beard. Asgar, the courageous six month old prince, Fought for Islams pride without hesitance, Until that heartless satan let his arrow fly, Young Ali Asgars blood was taken by the sky. Hussein ibn Ali, the Noble Son, and The Greatest Martyr, Stood ready to fight with absolutely no fear, Until a teary eyed Jibrael descended from the Heavens, Allahs wish is Your sacrifice Oh Highborn Eminence. F happily welcomed Allahs Missive, Bowed down to Sajdah for the future billions, Zainab, cried aloud at the sight of Her minds eye, Upon witnessing Her imperial brother peacefully die. SALUTATIONS UPON IMAM HUSSAIN (A.S) & THE MARTYRS OF KARBALA.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 16:54:32 +0000