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Come See
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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What He Is
Muhammad is my heart/
Muhammad is my intelligence/
He is the crown to my existence/
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I can recount to you the stories of Muhammad and each would leave you in awe/
Or I can simply tell you what others have said about him, but even those will make you fall/
I can tell you of how one man brought knowledge to creation but you wouldn’t believe me/
The only true testament that you can’t deny is what is written in a book, holy/
This Muhammad brought humanity from the crust of earth to spans so high, the angels can’t fly/
He made a creation made of dust more valuable than any gold, jewel, or silver/
Don’t be surprised to learn that he used one book to defeat falsehood and any evil/
Don’t be surprised if I told you all that Muhammad did and didn’t do/
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He is magnificent and endless, like staring at the horizon of the ocean and sunset/
Don’t be a fool in thinking he had no free will-he is the pillar of excellence because of that very virtue/
Muhammad is stellar and the stars will testify if you are in doubt because they were a witness to him/
They will not be bias, talk to your moon and sun if you think otherwise, they’ll all recite praise of him/
Muhammad is your leader even if you haven’t submitted as his follower/
This is a blessing, not a burden-so do not be sad as God gives you his most prized possession/
When you’re hurt, Muhammad is there, just look at the story of Bilal and the like/
Who rescued the black man? Who supported the slaves? The hungry? The poor? Surely, you already know/
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You know what Muhammad is, and you dutifully know what he isn’t/
If you need clarification, there are books, people, nature, and a God to look to/
Don’t stoop low and forget his ownership over you, he is your Prophet and Messenger/
He knows how to think and what to do, follow him and you won’t need any other rescue/
Even in trying to forget him, or put him up for auction, he still prays for you/
And priceless are these prayers, for he still cares for those who don’t care for him/
A monument of support that you cannot deny, he is a force of life and your only alibi/
He is God’s last messenger so give to him everything in you that you can muster/
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He is asking for your best, not for perfection so don’t cause yourself any distress/
Muhammad wants you, he is to help you achieve any and all success/
Don’t doubt the amount of strength he has when it comes to pulling you up/
On this ship of salvation, trust his hands because you just might be falling off/
Muhammad is your light, your right, your companion, your sovereign/
Your Prophet, your limit, your support, your escort/
Your nourishment, your sergeant, your goodness, your excellence/
Your salvation, your fortune, your leader, and your messenger/
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Muhammad is everything that anyone else couldn’t handle being/
He is the support for billions without a doubt of faith dripping from his heart/
He created backbones for every martyr, dead or alive, it is Muhammad incarnate/
Muhammad is the flag bearer, leader, Prophet, and messenger made in one piece/
Muhammad is the man that every other remembers and cannot conquer/
He is the reason human spirits have lasted this long, give him his due credit/
Not for his sake, he does well without them, but for your own/
Bow your heart to the goodness Muhammad has offered/
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in all this time of loving you
of feeling you, whispering
closely, embracing me
i haven’t seen you
prayed with you
been with you
i want to go
to Medina
bring me
quickly
please
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How can I stop sinning? I repent but then I go back to the sin again. I am too ashamed to even make tawba after breaking my repentance every single time. Please give me any advice or any lecture to listen to and pray for me 🙏🏼😔
Salamou alaykum, before continuing, please note that these are just my humble pieces of advice and nothing worthy of mention. To really gain insight and seek help, I’d firstly recommend speaking with a scholar if you have access to one. Secondly, whether or not my advice below is helpful, I would suggest reading this essay by Shaykh Mohammad Ali Shomali:
Additionally, Shaykh has a book called Self Development which includes several essays to the same effect as the one above that should give an even more comprehensive look into the issue of purifying and developing oneself. He has many lectures on the topic as well on youtube, but I haven’t watched them myself to give you a specific link. Forgive me.
You’re in my prayers and your struggle is not yours alone… more common than you think. Even if it isn’t a sin, we all have habits that are disliked by Allah swt. We’re flawed and we’re weak and we’re forgetful but Allah swt is Perfect in His Mercy. We have to turn to Him because He is all we have. Truly and literally, all we have. So put all your hopes in Him. He will fill the gaps caused by our imperfections. It is the precise feeling of that shamefulness that I humbly think causes Allah swt to look at us even more closely and with an even more merciful gaze.
Of course, going back to a sin after having repented for it, especially when it becomes a cycle is disliked by Allah swt. There’s no doubt about that, however that does NOT mean He stops guiding you and helping you. But it’s just that now, what will you do in this position? Will you give up and say it’s of no use? Or will you try again? And when you try again inshallah, what will you do differently to ensure success?
A few practical ideas:
Start each day writing down “ I will not commit the sin of….” Say it out loud as well. Perhaps read a quote or hadith that helps you stay out of trouble. An effective one might be this point by Shaykh Bahjat (ra) when he says, “If we do not stop ourselves from committing sins, we will end up denying, belying, and mocking Divine Signs, or we may reach a point where we will become hopeless of God’s mercy.” (really reflect on these words, subhanallah. Shaykh Bahjat is implying that hopeless in God’s mercy is worse than all the things he mentioned, even worse than the sins themselves.)
Hold yourself accountable if you slip and fall. Pay a penance of some kind. It could be a chore, or a difficult workout, or a promise to fast. Whatever it is, it must be something difficult.
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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
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Come See
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
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Your shrine is my home in these holy nights
My heart is far and waits for your invite
I will sacrifice anything for this
A whole lifetime of joy and bliss
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The tears for Hussain are revolutionary
But the tears for Zahraa ensure our victory
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His Shrine
His shrine is our home and the key
To the door of our wishes and dignity
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We have already met him… when he guided us through revolution
He granted the sinners forgiveness… the poor, abundance
He never left or died… whatever you wish for is right by his side
If mountains knew what his shrine gave… they’d crumble to be his slave
His golden dome, his light outshines… and it knows no borderlines
Who visits al-Ridha, a radhawi he becomes… he grants more requests than there are pilgrims
His shrine is our home and the key
To the door of forgiveness and mercy
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He is the King of Mashhad… and from whom guidance has spread
Let everyone sigh in relief… and thank Ali Ibn Musa for their belief
Thank God we have his shrine… from which, our faith he assigns
If it’s the worlds bounties that you want… make him your confidant
If it’s nearness that you long for… he has already come closer
There is no movement without him… the path is too dark and dim
His shrine is our home and the key
To the door of love and proximity
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We still don’t know what God gave us… Mashhad is our axis of resistance
The Kind Imam is resourceful too.. whatever you need or want he gives you
He promises to return salams… send them and ask by the right of his Jawad
Through him, sinners turned to martyrs… how many Hurrs to him surrender?
Even if your love is weak, his is not… if you seek him, then know it is he who sought
It’s as though he was killed for this… to forgive and show us kindness
His shrine is our home and the key
To the door of God Almighty
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So sit with him in your heart if you are far… write a letter to our kind father
Tell him… beg him
Bismillah al-rahman al-Raheem and say:
“I send my salams to you O Rauf knowing I don’t deserve your reply
I’m the worst of those who send their salams but I know you don’t turn away the regretful
I can’t life my head when I speaks to you, how could I?
When the only honor I have is what your name on my tongue brings.
I don’t have a way to reach God-not alone
I sin more than my fair share and the road seems closed to me
But if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have known the road at all
But I do know it and I do see it, but who am I to traverse it?
I see everyone going and leaving me behind
O Ali! I don’t want to be alone and I don’t want to be the cause of your displeasure
which is none other than the displeasure of God Himself
I’m speaking to you with a know in my throat and a nagging thought
telling me “Stop! Why would he help you?”
Indeed, I ask myself, why would you help me?
I am certain none of the answers have anything to do with me
but Master-instead-how kind and affectionate you are
Could you see me in hell and do nothing to help me?
Could you see me sin and not assist and forgive me?
I am not claiming to be something I’m not-here I am
I’m a sinner who knows the kindness of my Imam…
My Master-Ya Rauf!
I ask you by the generosity of your young Jawad
To forgive my past and lay out a future for me that is from you-yourself.
Cut the ties that connect me to my past and let me leave you anew
I wasn’t invited to your shrine but be my host anyways
Invite me in and be the guarantor of my hopes and wishes
Not because I deserve anything-I swear to God, you know I don’t!
-but for the sake of my sheer wanting and desperation
There is a burning fervor in my heart for just a glance from you
But my should wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t ask for more
O Ali!
There isn’t a pain your name does not heal
or a trouble, it does not ease
or a problem, it does not solve
or a need that your name doesn’t grant.
O Ali!
I am already in your debt for all the good I have been granted
But my sins have stunted my advancement
And I fear for that close day, that bright morning
when your Qaem rises and I don’t see my place with him
O Ali-never let us see the day
Grant us a place among his close helpers and soldiers
Tell him my name and vouch for my acceptance among them
With you… there are no limits to where we can go”
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It is no wonder that al-Askari brought you to us
And today an ardent army of your lovers must
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Arabia’s Princess
O Mother of Believers… O Mother of the Seekers
O Mother of Islam… O Mother of Imams
O Queen of Generousness… O Arabia’s Princess
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O Mother you have given us Imams… Allah sends His salams
We are believers due to your care… powerful is the mother’s prayer
Is there anything you haven’t given… before your flight to Heaven?
In a world of multiplicity… you found comfort in simplicity
In a world of shadows and fright… you gave birth to the Lady of Light
Who gives who their worth… when to Sayeda Fatima you gave birth?
The flame of Islam is successful… and your wealth was its candle
Its truth is bright for all to see… due to your sacrifices plenty
To God alone you had submit… patiently enduring all hardship
No doubt and no hesitation… help us achieve that same conviction
You are the Mother of Believers… so help Muhammad’s followers
It isn’t like a mother to ignore… when her children wail and implore
We are desperate children who seek success
And though our mother died under distress
Our mother is the great Khadijah-Arabia’s Princess
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Upon you the Holy Prophet wept… in your arms Fatima had slept
You were a cradle to our faith… it is because of you Islam is safe
In a world of greed and excess… your spirit embodied selflessness
In hearts, your death is an ache… that no believer can shake
Your death meant loneliness… testing Muhammad’s patience
Upon you his tears fell… only God knows what he withheld
The weight of Muhammad’s sorrow… is enough to make Earth crumble
There is no peace in duress… except when it’s for the faith you possess
How easy was it for you… to say “take it all, my life too”
It was not only one moment… with Islam came sacrifice constant
Which of us can say we learned… who will give up all we earned?
Like you raised your Fatima… shape the believers to be better
You gave everything so to be grateful we’re anxious
To be grateful is to move closer with your assistance
Our mother is the great Khadijah-Arabia’s Princess
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We are desperate for you to oversee… our growth, progress, and ability
Our Imam is waiting for us… so please don’t leave us heedless
To serve and be for Islam wholly… we are relying on your capability
Your guidance will see us through… and we will be able to give what is due
But what is due is limitless… we must give our lives for this purpose
To give what we have is different… than to refuse what we haven’t
So we will live with our hand open… free of any grip on what we liken
What do we think we’re keeping?… tomorrow we’ll be left with nothing
It is from you O Noble Mother… we know how to succeed in the Hereafter
When Allah sends His salam to you… we know who to align ourselves to
It was upon you the Prophet wept… you were of the first to Islam accept
There’s no doubt about your nobility… we are the forerunners with your upbringing
You have gained the greatest wealth in being wealthless
With your motherly sacrifice, we have no weakness
Our Mother is the great Khadijah-Arabia’s Princess
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He has come... I see him... who is going?
He has come... who will say.... “wait! I’m coming!”
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My kind Imam-will you wait for me?
Let me catch up to the forerunners
Those who followed your scent quickly
And have achieved your divine graces.
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What The Martyr Says
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
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My master Hussain has taught me what death ought to be
Let them rip me apart even if my family must see
His head was taken so who am I to die with it intact?
I’ll lose it in my love for Hussain if my killer fails to act
O he who seeks to kill me, to be killed I am also hoping
My life and death both lead to victory, so stop running
The blood that is spilled won’t be ordinary, you miscalculate
My lands still stand because of the blood that irrigate
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
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Martyrdom is freedom whichever way death reaches me
Even through torture because then my blood leaves happy
Then, even my cold body will congratulate my soul
“O soul at peace! Return to your Lord!” (89:27-28)
Near Him I will be provided for and nothing else can equate
For it is only a death if I fail to meet Him in a pure state
Whatever I achieve, it is by my Lord’s grace and generosity
Know the path to martyrdom is open to everybody
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
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My mother was oppressed and slapped
Martyred and saddened in Haidar’s lap
Who am I to die without a scratch?
How will I face her with my head attached?
At last, I know what that young Qassem meant
“Martyrdom is sweeter to me than honey” he said
The blood in my veins have a sweet craving
Nothing less than martyrdom will be satisfying
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
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Why would you mourn me if Zahraa is pleased?
Be happy if she is happy, by my death her pain is eased
Why would you be upset if my body does not return?
Don’t you know that like Fatima for anonymity I yearn?
I don’t care for Heaven, I just want Zahraa’s welcome
Her heart and body broke, and her salve is my martyrdom
For her sake I will take my final breath if my Lord accepts me
If He does-know that it is was not due to my deeds but His Mercy
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
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Don’t let my death sadden you but let it be a hope
If a sinner like me was chosen, then don’t give up
Allah expands the road to Him for the seeker
So be thirsty and the path will take you faster
In desperation I cry and beg to live and die for Allah
I have found what I spent my entire life searching for
I’m a student of the school of martyrdom
Each martyr is a lesson to be learned from
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
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From the eminence of my Imam, I will receive permission
For my martyrdom I will beg, and he will gift me an invitation
Martyrdom comes in many forms, but I want to be proud
The one after severe torture or the one that leaves no shroud
I don’t know which will weigh more on that day
My hijab or the blood that is spilled in God’s Name
To God I submit my case as I’m desperate for salvation
So, I’ll keep begging for martyrdom with conviction
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
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At the gates of his holy dome death shall come
It won’t be any death, but it will be martyrdom
Do you see what I see at Hussain’s shrine?
He is waiting just as I am waiting for the right time
I will beg them for what I know I don’t deserve
But my hopes for martyrdom Zaynab will preserve
She who supported, raised, and mourned the martyrs
Will know how to take me as one of their followers
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
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I am not in this for profit although indeed there is no loss
For God’s pleasure and Company, I have taken these vows
There is nothing greater-I will only serve my Lord
By my life and death, it is God Who must be adored
You cannot change me or undue God’s guidance
Every morning I renew my promise and allegiance
We cannot mourn Imam Hussain if we hesitate
We should rush to martyrdom-we’re already late
O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry
It is for Allah we live, and we die
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The Hour is Near
The hour is near and the truth is clear
For whoever wants to see, come with me
We’ll take heed of Malcolm X when he said
“Truth does not change, only our awareness of it.”
Whatever you don’t know, it is time to know
It is time for clarity, for we are already late!
The hour is near and we should reserve our mercy
There is no time for hesitation and complacency
If it’s racism we’re fighting, we’ll keep fighting
If it’s occupation we’re boycotting, keep boycotting
If it’s war we are protesting, we will keep protesting
Because “if you want something, you better make some noise”
So who taught you sit idly and accept the scraps you were fed?
At the very least, deploy your mind and the news inspect
“If you’re not careful, they’ll have you hating the oppressed”
The truth has always been clear for the seeker
We sought and so we know it well
It isn’t nuanced. It isn’t complicated.
As he said, “I don’t see any American dream
I see an American nightmare”
The hour is near and those who see it will not surrender
The right to defense is always on the side of the oppressed
It is God-given, God-protected
So we will keep marching on this path, the path of resistance
It is our right to defend ourselves against the satanic
The arrogant. the oppressive. the lustful. the hypocritical.
We will take our measures and they will take theirs
Time is on our side and when we clash
the earth will finally know justice.
My peace is not only in my own freedom
But all those who have been fighting for it
God gifted us a life to be lived
God gifted us a life to be lived
But we need to wake up and stay awake
If it will ever mean anything
Don’t continue sleeping on the centuries of bloodshed that came before you
And the hundreds of thousands of lives still stolen with no repercussions
Life is a prison if you’re asleep and a battlefield if you’re awake
The hour is near and only one of these leads to victory
So do not take your time, be ready
For the truth you should be thirsty
“a new world order is in the making
And to have a place in it, we should be preparing!”
By history alone we are outraged
If we are sincere then we cannot be disengaged
Whether it is you or your black brother, hijab-wearing sister,
Palestinian, Yemeni, Afghani, Kashmiri, it is you who still
Always, unapologetically, deliberately must resist. resist. resist.
“by any means necessary”
What do you still need to learn?
What are you waiting to know?
The hour has come. have you made your decision?
The hour has come. Which side have you chosen?
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She who in her eloquence defeated tyrants
Showed me the way, a light of guidance
I do not need anyone else if she is with me
I need look no further than Zaynab bint Ali
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