#Arbaeen1448

Forty days passed
I’ve now returned!
Like the tents that were here my heart has burned

Though I have come back Hussain
Your daughter was left behind
Bruises filled all her body
From her sorrows, she went blind

In these days all I did was resist
I stood up tall and I clenched my fist
But no one knows the pains I witnessed
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From the tenth day
Blood filled my tears
Everytime I saw your head on the spears

I wish these words were all lies
I was held captive by force
Ruqayah broke her ribs when
She fell from above the horse

Through this journey, no one gave us aid
Your daughter’s would sleep alone, afraid
Not even one man would give us shade

#Arbaeen1448
#Karbala

When my heart feels heavy
When no one stays with me
I say your name endlessly

My only wish is this:
Take me to Karbala!
Since the day I was born
My soul knew, Karbala

No place on earth is like your shrine
Your golden dome will always shine
May your pure love always be mine
***
Without you I’d be lost
My heart would freeze from frost
Your love is worth every cost

The fastest way to reach
God is through, Karbala
Under your golden dome
Dreams came true, Karbala

Always in life you held my hand
Through every storm you helped me stand
Karbala is my true homeland

#ImamHussain

Who will be put in the grave? me!
But I keep the hope you gave me
In those dark moments, I am sure
You are the one who will save me!

Inside the book of my deeds
Your love will only remain
When the angels question me
I will answer with Hussain

On that night, when I’m afraid
On that night, come to my aid
On that night, darkness will fade
**
Whose name will be forgotten, mine!
But in my grave, your light will shine
I only have one wish from God
May I be buried in your shrine!

The tears that I shed for you
Will wash my mountain of sins
May I die for you, Hussain!
The one who dies for you wins!

My body will soon decay
But by my soul, you will stay
Karbala will guide my way

#ImamReza
#ImamHussain

The eighth leader of the truth
Commanded us when in pain
Remember our grandfather
Shed all your tears for Hussain

For his sorrow, cry out loud!
He was left without a shroud
He was trampled by a crowd

Where does one even start?
His shirt was ripped apart
*
The skies all shed tears of blood
On the tenth day, when he fell
When the tents started to burn
When he bade Zainab farewell

Some tragedies stay untold
A torment no heart could hold
The death of his six-month-old

No day compares to his
No grief can equal this

يَا ابْنَ شَبِيبٍ!
إِنْ كُنْتَ بَاكِياً لِشَيْ‏ءٍ
فَابْكِ لِلْحُسَيْنِ بْنِ عَلِيِّ بْنِ أَبِي طَالِبٍ
فَإِنَّهُ ذُبِحَ كَمَا يُذْبَحُ الْكَبْشُ…
#آه‌ریان

#TheHolyProphet

The world was dark
Until you shined
The people were
All lost and blind
You are the greatest mercy to mankind

Your light spread
You revived every heart that was dead
You guided all those who were misled
Your light spread

The angels of God
Descend from the sky
In honor of you
Their voices rise high
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The moon was split
By your two eyes
Your words ended
The idol’s lies
All falsehood trembled and met its demise

You gave aid
To every beggar without a shade
To every woman who was afraid
You gave aid

For every Muslim
You are their father
Truly, you are the
Meaning of honor

#ImamSadiqAS

The sixth beacon
of love arrived!
From your teachings,
truth is derived
Your narrations are why our faith survived

Our teacher
To seekers of knowledge, the leader
Through your words, Islam’s truth grew clearer
Our teacher

For every Shia
Your name is their pride
The lessons you taught
Still stand as our guide

#Fatimiyah1448

Behind the burning door
Inside the cloud of smoke
The greatest crime took place:
The ribs of Zahra broke

What happened to Hassan’s mother!
She was left without a helper
She was scorched by raging fire

Where was the Prophet to see
The hatred shown for Ali
Every heart should shatter when
They hear this tragic story
**
The evil men raided
The household of God’s light
The cruel people usurped
Ali’s God-given right

They showed zero signs of mercy
Blood covered our mothers body
Fatimah was bruised and lonely

A sorrow no heart can cold
Though she was eighteen years old
The Prophet’s daughter was killed
Her pain can never be told
**
Our mother told Zainab
Hold in all of your tears
For the day Hussain’s head
Will be raised on the spears

From thirst, his two lips will be dry
On that day, the heavens will cry
The angels will weep from the sky

Horses will stomp on his chest
Water will be his request
The people of Kufa will
Spill the pure blood of their guest

يا مؤنسي عند وحشتي
یا اباعبدالله