Showing posts with label Hussain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hussain. Show all posts

Monday, 14 September 2015

I don't dream - Poem



I don't dream of being in the Maldives, 
I don't feel like roaming this beautiful earth, 
When kids are being washed ashore, 
like dead fish they lay on the ground alone, 
The world looks by and doesn't do anything, 
What good is a world that ignores a baby?
Hussain had to fight one Yazeed, 
Who refused water to six month old Asghar, 
The basic human right of every human being.



Today the world stands by watching, 
Like it's entertainment, thus we ignore, 
The child lies dead alone on the shore!
O Lovers of God, where is our conscience, 
I dream of a world where every man, woman and child, 
Is free with equal opportunity, 
Where justice flourishes and no one goes hungry.
When will such a day come, I wonder, 
But we have been told,
"They think the advent is far, 
But verily it is near, And they think it is near, 
But verily it is far."



I dream of a world in which I never have to see
such atrocities to an intolerable degree 
where women are raped and used as slaves, 
Men shot for merely believing differently, 
The indifference to the plight of the elderly and children, 
I dream of a world that will never witness such atrocities.



* The Image was taken from Muslim Mama on Facebook.

The above poem was inspired as I was browsing through Facebook. I saw a post of someone saying Maldives is heaven and then I saw the picture above of the Syrian refugee Aylan Kurdi who was only three years old. It really hit me then, how desensitized we have become, how nothing really shakes the world. People often ask, couldn't the Kufians see that this Imam, was the best of creation? Yet they killed him? I think I can begin to understand how they had become desensitized and detached to the family of the Prophet [pbuh]. I believe, we are falling into the same pattern all over again!

For more information about Hussain, who stood against oppression, for justice and equality;  please visit www.whoishussain.org

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Poem: Like moth to flame


The flag stands firm, before you O Hussain, 
It protects you from every harm and every pain, 
It stands firm and protects you O Hussain, 
For with loyalty we flock to you O Hussain. 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain.

I look and weep for your tragedy is great, 
The others look at us with contempt and hate, 
They attack us and tell us Hell is your fate, 
We smile back and say, is not Ali standing on Heavens gate?

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain, 

When you were outnumbered and left alone, 
You wavered not, nor did you falter, 
For Allah's religion, everything you gave, 
I sit here and weep for O Hussain, my master Husain. 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain, 


Fourteen Hundred years after your day, 
I sit and weep, people wondering if I am insane, 
I look at your day and wonder, 
Why on your day there is no thunder, 
Knowing the skies weep and heaven rents asunder, 

Like  moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain

We bring our children to you Hussain, 
Hoping they can serve your Mehdi in every way, 
For the battle began with You in Kerbala, 
but injustice will end with him, 
When he come to us, like the sunlight ray, 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain

Bless us to continue serving you O Hussain, 
For Zahra prays for the one who serves you Hussain. 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain.

For because of you, the earth receives rain, 
And all goodness does the earth retain, 
For the sacrifice you gave for Islam, 
The world echoes Allah's name. 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain


Thursday, 31 October 2013

Poem: Giving to Hussain

Give your life to Hussain, 
He'll see that you have no pain,  
A tear can cause a big change,
For with Hussain Allah says,
'For the one who gave everything in my name, 
Is it not fair that I do the same?' 
                  

Thus,  give your years and tears to Hussain, 
There is a guarantee it won't go in vain,
On the day of Mehshar at the mizan, 
You'll be tired but you'll be told ,
Enter heaven through Rizwan.
Because for him, everything you sold!



Sunday, 21 April 2013

Kerbala Poem

Salaaam Alaykum,

I had been blessed to go to Kerbala last month. Whilst thinking about Kerbala, I wrote the following small poem before my trip;


Kerbala

An oasis of hope in the desert of despair
A bowl of warm rice to the starving man
A chair to the man tired of walking
Serenity to the one who is worried
Love for the One who is full of hatred
Contentment to the  one who is greedy
 Home to the lovers Of Ahlulbayt
 You still ask me what is Kerbala?
 It Is ALL this And so much more! 
 My words fail to Express the  Heaven that is  Kerbala.
To those that have been yearn to go again, 
To those that havent been, they desire to go to Kerbala
A place so sacred that only one who is called can go, 
A place where one man sacrificed his life and the life of his dear ones, 
all for his Lord. 
In its rawest form, Kerbala is LOVE  Manifested in the highest manner.
For me, Kerbala is just that: LOVE!! <3

May you be blessed!