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  • If I was in Karbala on this night
  • the last night before the end,
  • I would witness Heaven and Hell
  • spread out before me,
  • Heaven blocked from Furat,
  • Heaven prostrating to God,
  • Hell surrounding Furat,
  • and forgetting their God.
  • I would witness in the tents of Husayn
  • Oil lamps illuminating faces weeping in prayer.
  • I would witness the last Isha salat of
  • him who rode on the shoulders of the Prophet.
  • I would witness the love in the faces of the companions
  • as they prayed their last behind him.
  • I would witness the shining eagerness of the boy
  • for whom tomorrow’s death is sweeter than honey .
  • I would witness the flag bearer with a little girl on his knees.
  • I would notice that his arms are still intact.
  • Tomorrow, Sukayna, your uncle will not be here.

Ashura Poems Poetry

  • They will rip out your earrings and lash you with whips.
  • Stay close to him for as long as can.
  • I would witness a man bowed with grief and shame,
  • making his way towards Heaven,
  • and being embraced by one so tender and forgiving,
  • that he overlooks the deed that led to this end.
  • From the forgiven I would witness the steam of Hell leaving,
  • and a breeze of Heaven wafting through.
  • On the last night,
  • the night before the end,
  • if I tread softy through the tents,
  • I would witness dry water bags,
  • and children rolling their sandpaper tongues on parched lips
  • acutely aware of the sound of the gushing of the river water near
  • and also of the savages blocking the way there.
  • I would witness a mother with no milk to feed
  • the baby who’s thirst would at last be quenched
  • by the blood from a spear to his tiny throat.
  • I would witness a woman
  • who’s a sister foremost and then a mother
  • preparing her sons for the slaughter tomorrow,
  • when her heart will be wrenched many times over
  • and she’ll cry out to the desert as she witnesses her brother,
  • fall on the plains of Naynawa.
  • A woman who’d lose it all,
  • except for her faith,
  • which would be the strength of Karbala.

Ashura Poems Poetry

  • I would witness a man restless with fever
  • who would awaken later to find him self clad in chains,
  • leaving his family lying unburied, slaughtered in the plains,
  • as he drags his feet, whipped to Sham.
  • It is the night before the day
  • Zhuljanah will weep
  • as he returns shamefacedly to the camp, his back bare,
  • with blood of his master dripping down his flanks
  • The night before the day the Zhulfiqar will go back in sheath
  • Having done its duty yet again.
  • If I was in Karbala on this night,
  • I would hear sounds caressing the desert.
  • From one side I’d hear the calls of al atash al atash
  • and murmurs of praises to the Lord
  • and see tents glowing with noor
  • and from the other I’d hear wicked laughter
  • and swords sharpening on hearts made of stone
  • and see their wretched tents ablaze in hellfire.
  • It would be the night before the day
  • when on one side horses will cool their thirst with water,
  • on the other the thirsty household of the Prophet
  • will be slaughtered like no animal before.
  • It is the night before the day
  • the stars and the angels and the cosmos will weep
  • as they witness the final sujjud
  • of a body so brutally cloaked in arrows,
  • the forehead couldn’t touch the ground.
  • On this night he prostrates with angels behind
  • But tomorrow the angels will shield their eyes,
  • when his blessed head is butchered with a knife so dull
  • that the heavens will cry out.
  • If I was in Karbala on this night,
  • the night before the end,
  • and this is what lay in sight
  • surely I’d pour sand on my head,
  • and I wonder where I’d end.
  • Would I cower in the background like the Kufans?
  • Or join you in quenching my thirst from the banks of Kauthar?
  • Is there Anyone to Help You?
  • ou called out,
  • deserted on the sands of Karbala,
  • with the shameless swords of the traitors glinting with malice before you,
  • you called out,
  • Is there anyone to help me?
  • That day the answer for you was silence.
  • That day your companions could not jump to your side.
  • That day Abbas could not respond with his sword held high.
  • That day they lay still on the plains of Karbala
  • with the East wind blowing dust over their bodies
  • and you looked out into the face of evil,
  • the Prophet betrayed, and you alone.
  • I wish I could say today your call has been answered.
  • I wish I could say today the millions of us are there with you in the plains of Karbala,
  • that we call out with a resounding answer that echoes over the world,
  • trembles mountain ranges and weakens the knees of any oppressor,
  • shatters the pillars of any tyrant
  • strikes hope in to eyes of the oppressed,
  • and lightens the world with our love for you,
  • an answer that holds the ferocity of Abbas as he thundered towards Furat,
  • and answer that has the daring fury of Zaynab as she slammed Yazid in his court
  • an answer that has the urgent and basic love that moved Ali Asghar to fall off his craddle.
  • an answer that mimics the fierce loyalty of the shuhada that lay
  • in the battlefield that day and you were alone.
  • You were alone.
  • But not again, I wish to say. It would not happen again.
  • The streets shrouded in black,
  • the handkerchiefs weighty with tears,
  • the hearts that cry out for you
  • the compassion, the pain,
  • the sorrow that wrings out from every bosom-
  • all an ardent reply to your call,
  • that we are here, that we care.
  • I long to say that this time your army will not be seventy-two.
  • This time masses of millions will march along you.
  • The glint of our combined swords will light the world.
  • The proof of our loyalty the tears that we have wept
  • and these black shrouds on our backs.
  • This time around, you will not be alone Imam,
  • We have answered your call, I hunger to say.
  • But today I still hear your call.
  • It echoes from the orphans of Iraq,
  • It comes resoundingly from the tyrannized in Palestine,
  • from the helpless in Africa,
  • the terrorized in Afghanistan, Pakistan, China, India
  • From every land, in every language your call,
  • Is there anyone to help me
  • stalks and haunts the world.
  • It goes unheard, ignored, abused,
  • but so defiantly loud in the pale eyes of the child
  • who whimpers at the gun pointed at him.
  • Does your despair not simmer in the eyes of the child
  • who’s only view of the world is from behind barbed wires?
  • Can I not hear the choking sobs of Umm Rabab
  • When a mother buries her child in Gaza under the rain of bombs?
  • Can I not hear the weeping of Sukayna on the headless body of her father
  • when a girl screams as her father blows up into smithereens?
  • Can I not hear the wails of Al Atash, Al Atash
  • coming from the refugee tents set up in my country?
  • Can I not hear the screams in the desert night when the tents burnt to ashes
  • coming from the family that watches, terrified as their neighborhood is bulldozed by army
  • In the desperate eyes of each and every single one of them,
  • I can hear them echoing your call,
  • your call to me
  • Is there anyone to help me?
  • Are they abandoned like you on the battlefield?
  • The graves of today’s martyrs are fresh, moist with blood,
  • their Yazids still stand, spitting out lies to the world.
  • How could I say every day is not Ashura?
  • How could I say every land is not Karbala?
  • I wish to so much to say to you
  • to somehow be able to meet your eyes and tell you
  • that we are not like the cowardly backstabbing Kufans
  • that we are not like the stone hearted Yazidis
  • that we are answering your call,
  • that we are there to help you
  • but today, when I look out into the world
  • and the clamour of oppression deafens me
  • I tremble to say I still hear a silence.
  • I hear a silence that echoes the hush of the desert on the day of Ashura,
  • a silence which is a blessing for a Yazid
  • a silence that stifles any hope,
  • a silence that brings the end so much closer,
  • a silence that is oppression
  • the silence you were met with.
  • It is that silence that I hear still today

Ashura Poems Poetry Sms Quotes and SMS with Wallpapers Ashura Poems Poetry Sms Quotes and SMS with Wallpapers Ashura Poems Poetry Sms Quotes and SMS with Wallpapers Ashura Poems Poetry Ashura Poems Poetry

  • Sajday se Karbala Ko Bandagi Mill Gai,
    Sabar Se Ummat Ko Zindagi Mill Gai…!!!
  • “Expose true identity of governing tyrant
    evil umayyad family who ruled as
    if invincible giant”
  • Naa Jany Q Meri Aankoon Me Aa Gaye Aansu,
    Sikhaa Rahaa Thaa Main Bacchy Ko KARBLA Likhna…!!!
  • Hussain GhazalKauser Ke Saqi Ka Woh
    Nawaasa HUSSAIN Tha,Karbala Ke Dasht Main
    Piyaasa HUSSAIN Tha,Baadal Yazediat Ke Jo
    Phelay Char Sou,

    Un Me Chamkta Ik
    Sitaara HUSSAIN Tha,

    Karta Wo Kesey Haath
    Pey Bait Yazed Ke,

    Us Waqat Sab Se
    Arfaa-o-Aalaa HUSSAIN Tha,

    Hilney Laga Thaa
    Arsh-e-ELAAHI Bhi Us Ghari,

    Jab Karbal Ki Rait Pey
    Tarpaa HUSSAIN Tha,

    Pardes Me Shahed
    Jisay Kar Dia Giyaa,

    Aankhon Ka Tera HUSSAIN Tha…!!!

  • I must strive to reform myself and people of entire world. Inashallah Azzawajal…!!!
  • Kul AMBIYAA Ki Wafaa Ko HUSSAIN Kehtey Hain
    KHUDA Ki Khaas Adaa Ko HUSSAIN Kehtey Hain,Yazed Naam Hai Dunyaa Ki Kul Nijaasat Ka
    Taharaton Ke KHUDA Ko HUSSAIN Kehtey Hain…!!
  • A Tree At Paradise: Ali’s Love,
    A Tree At Paradise: His Lovers,
    Those Clinging To The Branches Of Tree…!!!
  • Ibn Rajab Said: The Prophet (P.B.U.H.) named Al-Muharram
    shahru ALLAH “The month of ALLAH”, & Adding it to ALLA’s
    mane is an indication for its honor & grace…!!!
  • THE DAY OF Martyrm Of Sayyaduna Imam Zain-ul-Abeedeen (A.S), The Son Of Imam Hussain (A.S)
    THE DAY OF Sacrifice…!!!
  • Matam GghazalKahte Hain Barry Fakhar Say Ham Gham Nahi Karte
    Matam Ki Sadaa Sunte Hain Matam Nahi kerte,Vo Loog Bhlaa Samjhain Gay Kiyaa Raaz-E-Shahadat
    Jo Eid To Kerte Hain Muharram Nahin Kerte,Kyoon Aap Kaa Dill Jaltaa Ha kyoon Jalta Hai Seena
    Hum Aap Ke Seene Pey Too Maatam Nahin Karte,

    Mohsin Yey Maqbool Riwaayat Ha Jahan Main
    Qaatil Kabhi Maqtool Ka Maatam Nahin Kertay…!!!

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