In shame I have bowed my head
The Master of Martyrs, I’ve yet to visit
By Hussayn, I have lived and learned
In the flame of his existence, I burn
Yet his shrine remains unknown to me
The birds above him are found more worthy
His shrine is my home in these holy nights
My heart is far and awaits his sacred invite
A gathering of hearts is being hosted
I am left behind like a soldier wounded
I will sacrifice anything for this
A whole lifetime of joy and bliss
If it means my death on his holy road
Or my last breath at the gates of his holy dome
If he is my master and I am his servant
Then what kind of servant won’t he let visit?
Yet I serve him because I know of his mercy
And every year, he blesses me with his ceremonies
So somehow even from afar, he let me in
I came and saw the horrors done to his holy kin
Come see… come see… even if you have already
What Karbala has done to the Prophet’s family
***
A young girl is paraded in desert and fear
Above her is her father’s head on a spear
She is in chains and is beaten
So she looks at the heavens
“O’ Zahraa, I have your bruises!
Does this mean death toward me rushes?”
She walks and speaks silently to her father
Never looking at what is above her
Her tears are quick to dry on the sand
This sun’s heat is too much to withstand
She silences her cries when they whip her
She knows her aunt Zaynab is under pressure
She holds her hijab tightly around her head
“O’Father, come see what they did!
O Father, come see me and let me see you
By the right of Fatima, I want to come too”
Come see… come see… even if you have already
What they did to Ruqaya and how she was set free
***
A woman in court is fierce and zealous
Her voice alone will lift Khybar’s fortress
Her hijab is her steel and iron armor
You wouldn’t know if it was her or Haydar
You wouldn’t know she had just been hit
Or that her two sons were just martyred
You won’t see her fall apart and crumble
Her heart has held tight onto the firmest handle
What is in her heart for her to remain steady?
Her beloved Imam is beheaded mercilessly
Her brothers, sons, and nephews, all killed
But her voice is unshaken, breath uninterrupted
In battle, she sits next to her Imam-breathless
“O Allah please accept this sacrifice from us.”
In Kufa, she reminds those with empty promises
Of who her brother, mother, father, and grandfather is
Of the greatest mistake to ever make
And that is to leave Wilayah for comforts’ sake
Come see… come see… even if you have already
How Zaynab is the reason for Hussayn’s victory
***
On the path to Hussayn, you will see a mother
Who has no more sons left to offer
Her entire motherhood thrived off martyrdom
Her selfless Abbas is proof of her wisdom
She saw the grace that comes with serving
The honor that comes with death and suffering
When she asks and begs, “What about Hussayn?”
She confirms she gave everything before he is slain
She ensures all that she had is now given
Nothing is worth having if the Imam has fallen
The woman who is a mother to no sons
Will assist you in giving with no question
The mother of Abbas is your teacher
Her hijab is the flag her son raised higher
Follow her and she will know your name
In you, she will set the love of Hussayn aflame
She will teach you his love should come first
And that it is his thirst before your thirst
Come see… come see… even if you have already
Who Ummul Baneen gave away to her Imam freely
***
The planes of Karbala have a crimson hue
From the blood of Hussayn they create morning dew
How has the world watched Hussayn fall thirsty?
Near a river that begs for his forgiveness and mercy
He prepares his women and children
For a journey he knows won’t include him
On the ground and ready to be slaughtered
Is it his mother or his sister on the hill anchored
“Is there no defender to defend our sanctity?
Is there no one who will respond to me?”
These words are for what we cry and wail
And for why our tears will resist and prevail
In his his farewell to those crying for water
“Be patient and forbear my dear daughter”
Bi Rabbil Ka’ba, his success is that of Ali’s
And he takes his final breath knowing God sees
His eyes on the tents and says, “O’ Allah, my family
O’ Allah, don’t let them touch their holy bodies”
Come see… come see… even if you have already
How they placed on a spear, the head of Hussayn Ibn Ali
***
All comfort is forsaken for the Imam’s victory
If not, then in your regret lies your misery
To be a bystander, a watcher, a forfeiter
Who left my Imam and followed my own desire
Is the worst hell and the worst prison
Because how do you escape your actions?
Karbala is now and there is war on truth
God has already clarified it for our holy youth
They know truth is on the side of the oppressed
And it is they who will see that glowing success
Whether or not you’ve made your path Wilayah
It’s the path taking you to the freedom you’re after
It’s the path your Imam has called you for
The one he expects you to die for with fervor
The Hussayn is here now and his Muslim has come
Which of us made promises we have yet to back up?
The Imam is waiting for our hearts to awaken
So not one more sin or one more transgression
This is it, we have all seen what happens
When we sit with our hands in our laps
Come see… come see… even if you have already
What holy slaughter takes place when we sit idly
having an old memory resurface or a trigger come up out of the blue sometimes doesn’t mean you’re not moving forward and moving on. it’s just a part of the process, and it likely won’t ever fully go away because it’s a part of you and your past. but you are still growing and healing.
*"You can give a person Knowledge,but you can't make them think.Some people want to remain unchanged,only because the Truth requires change."*
*_"Self-confidence is important to both your physical health and your psychological well-being. When you believe in yourself you’re more likely to try new things, devote your time and energy to tasks that matter, make good lifestyle choices, and foster healthy relationships."_*...✍
One who is in longing does not have an appetite for food, nor does he find pleasure in drink, nor does he find it agreeable to sleep, nor does he find comfort in the bosom of a friend, nor is he sheltered by an abode, nor is he settled in an edifice, nor is he covered by clothing, nor does his state show any stillness. He worships God, night and day, [anxiously] hoping to be able to reach that which he longs for, whispering with the tongue of his longing, expressing what lies in the depth of his heart. Just as God informed about Moses son of ‘Imran in his tryst with his Lord, by saying, “And I hurried on to You my Lord, that You may be pleased.” The Prophet (sawas) elaborates upon this condition [explaining] that he did not eat, nor drink, nor sleep. He did not desire anything of that in his coming and going for forty days, out of longing for his Lord.
Quoted from Imam Jafar Al-Sadiq (as) in Misbah al-Shari'ah
“One day, Salman Farsi (ra) was sitting next to Imam Ali (as). Imam Ali (as) offered to show him his station in paradise. Salman agreed, and as Imam Ali (as) placed his hand on Salman’s face, the veils were lifted, and he was able to witness his high station. Then Imam Ali (as) offered to send Salman to paradise for a few moments, so he could physically experience that heaven. With tears in his eyes, Salman refused and said, “Oh Commander of the Faithful, I prefer to be in this world sitting next to you rather than being in that paradise separated from you!“”
I think one of the most beautiful things in life is when you sit down and make genuine du'a to Allah and you can literally feel your heart finding ease. It's like the mountains of worries in your heart suddenly crumble- and you feel Allah personally taking your worries and saying "Whoever puts his trust in Allah; He will be enough for him." (65:3)
getting older is great idk why there’s this lie that “omg as soon as you hit 25 ur life is over and ur old” like no you get older and gain wisdom and confidence and imo you get even better looking as you age, like you learn sooo so much and I still have SO much life left to live, there’s so much left to see in this life :o)
“There is no tragedy like ours at Karbala, albeit the day of Saqifa and how the fire was set at the door of the Commander of the Faithful (AS). And the killing of Mohsin by kicking, is greater and worse because it is the origin of the Day of Torment.”
#ImamJafarSadiq (ع)
Bahjat Qalb al-Mustafa, Vol. 2, p. 532, Nawa’ib al-Duhar p.194. Al-Khasabi, Al-Hidaya al-Kubra, p. 417
stop forgiving people who continuously cross the boundaries you set. they’re testing the waters trying to see what they can get away with, finding out how hard they can push you. they want you to give in because they benefit from you not having strong boundaries. they know exactly what they’re doing; don’t tolerate their disrespect.