Why do we hold high the Alam of Abbas ibn Ali,
For Sakinas thirst why do we cry in pain so tearfully,
This Alam is his whose hands were on the river severed from his body,
till today from these cut hands we recieve support and so does the whole of humanity

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This is the land the land of Kerbala
This is the day the day of Ashura
Hussien goes to battle after death of all
Yet he stands for Allah he stands their tall
Attacked by thousands with spears and knives
Hussien is dying hear the cries
The time has come for Hussien to die
My heart is breaking blood I am starting to cry
After all the troubles on this day
The despots speak and they start to say
We avenge the death of forefathers before
We want Muhammeds blood we want even more
This sacrifice of Hussain is what you envy and jealous of this you are
300 million people crying and screaming Ya Hussain and only
He is Islams golden star
No leaders could ever emulate his feat
In fact they are not even worth the dust left underneath his feet
Oh Hussain my master thank you for saving the ensaan
Your sacrifices for us is why we still have the Quran
Oh enemies of Ali please appreciate what our Imam has done
Or are you still yazidis and like you know who from battles do you run
Whichever you adhere too well they are both just the same
How could you cry, murders don’t cry for their victims and surely you killed our beloved Imam Hussien

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The sands are hot I am falling please help me mum
Look now I am alone its so hot I feel the rays of the sun
My brothers is gone my back broken where is Akber my son
I am calling for help no answer no one
I have been hit a thousand times my blood is gushing into my eyes
Zainab and Kulthom I can hear your cries
How can I help you all these spears and knives
I am falling mother and the ground is hot
I have suffered I have suffered I have suffered a lot
Oh father Ali blood in my eyes I cannot see
They have kicked cut and beaten me
They are about to strike me on my throat
They are slaying me as if I am a goat
Do they not understand
I have drank from the prophets hand
I wonder what you said when shimr came
To severe your head-and spill the blood of Hussain
When the strike does hit you oh hit you Hussain
My heart does tear I can not take this pain
I do your aza while I take your name
Every minute of my life Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain

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Imagine imagine oh people imagine the pain
When his six month old baby to the rivers took Imam Hussien
Only for water by Allah this is his right
He was thirsty for three days and three nights
No mercy no mercy only disdain
This is the story the story of pain
Oh Hussien in front of the enemies you stand
Give my baby water I leave him here in the sand
In case you think due to him- I will take water in my hand
And drink using him an excuse- no this I have not planned
No mercy no mercy no mercy, oh Hussain
They didn’t give him water they only gave you pain
You took him in your arms and stood there in shock
Then they shoot an arrow made for a horse and to your arm your baby they do lock
Oh people if you do not cry by now your heart is made of rock
When we do cry please our actions do not mock
The sky is crying for these lips so dry
Fourteen hundred years on the lovers of the Ahlul Bayt do cry
This was in the world when innocence did die
Yazid I have one question just one why why why?

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Bismillah Hir Rahman Nir Rahim
Allah Bless Mohammed and the Progeny of Mohammed

Inna lillahi wa innanillahi rajiun,
My peace is gone so is my sakoon,

My son is quiet I can hear no sound
For water I brought him but no water he found

Locked to his arm Hussein said my child awake at me please look
This is when the lands of Taf,Najaf and Medina in anger shook

In his hands his Childs blood to the skies Hussein throws
Hurmala may Allah curse you, your atrocities are exposed

In shock Hussein thinks what happened to my little star
In this state to his mother how can I take Ali Asghar

My baby of six months your thirst will be quenched by the prophets hand
I too will see you in Firdaus but for now I will have to bury in this hot hot sand

Ilahi Ilahi to my little star look what they have done
I have been looted they have murdered my baby son

Oh Hussein your grief is too heavy for my heart
Lanat on you yazid and ya Hussein zindabad

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Bismilla Hir Rahman Nir Rahim
Allah bless Muhammed and the progeny of Muhammed

A poem for bibi Zainab(AS)

Oh brother Hussein change the rising of the sun
We are unveiled and bruised look to us what they have done
Are we not the daughters of Muhammed(SAWW) the prophet of Islam
Are not the people of his house are we not the upkeepers of the Holy Quran
They laugh at us in Shaam and at us they poke fun
They have forgotten who we are and from which house we do come
Oh brother Hussein they killed you and after your daughter Sakina they did run
They slapped her and pulled out her earrings to the beating of their drums
Sakina has not slept she looks dead she looks Numb
She has not spoken she is quiet to grief she has succumb
Oh help me me Abbas,Akber,Hussein oh father Ali oh
Fatimah my Mum
I am tired this journey is long,Sajjad is chained and the children cry
All my brothers are gone,I am drained, heads on spears in front of us held high
Oh Mother,Father,Grandfather,I am tired but I fight for Islam and the Martyr Hussein
My Brother ,your son whose every artery was cut and who for Islam bled from every vein.

Oh Zainab your grief is too heavy for my heart
Lanat on you yazid and Ya Hussein zindabad

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Bismillah Hir Rahman Nir Rahim
Allah bless Muhammed and the progeny of Muhammed

A poem for bibi Sakina/Rukaya (AS)

I saw my father beheaded lying on the ground
I saw my brother Akber in his own blood he was drowned

Where is Asghar,I can’t hear him cry, nothing not a sound
I saw my uncle Abbas his head with arrows was crowned

I saw my Cousin Qassim his body blood did surround
Then the enemies stole my earrings and chased me round and round

I am Sakina I am only four water from me for three days they did keep
Now I am in this jail a dungeon so very deep

I have no tears , I am drained I can not even sleep
I remember the events in Taf and then I start to weep

My aunt Zainab is tired and my brother is sick and frail
I want to see my sister Sughra and I want back my veil

Instead they bring my fathers head I scream and in my heart I start to wail
Oh shia don’t forget my troubles I am Sakina I was only a child and I died in this very jail

Oh Sakina your grief is too heavy for my heart
Lanat on you yazid and Ya Hussein zindabad

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When one day the golden gates of heaven fly open for believers wearing white shrouds,
The sinners and sinless both together will stand waiting torn with doubts,
Among the sinners only I Mahmood will be calm,and fearless for what its worth,
Why should I worry oh Ya Ali(a.s) on you my salam,
You already opened heavens gate for me on earth

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The name of Ali(a.s) I am about to take
The hearts of the misled I am about to break,
The burial of the kufr I am about to make,
The misled I am about to wake,
Their coffin on my shoulders I am about to take
And their foundations with Ali’s praises Mahmood is about to shake.(a.s)

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Today this religion is complete is what Allah(SWT) did say,
Why did he not use the word perfect in the revelation that day,
Ali(a.s) as your mawla in the deserts was appointed our leader many heard but still did stray,
Only with Ali’s(a.s) leadership could religion be perfect in the perfect way.

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I look around at beauty and what do I see,
The truth in the eye can see the truth maybe,
But one who has real guidance from the Almighty
He wherever he looks can only see Ya Ali(a.s)

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What essence in your being,
That love in me does just awake,
The closer I get and when you I’ll be seeing,
My emotions overtake me with love I begin to shake,
I look at you now and my life has new meaning,
From you some painful beauty with me I must take,
Oh Kerbala I feel what your feeling,
Oh land of loving sorrow,Oh Land of Heartbreak
Oh for the martyr Hussien(a.s.) With whose blood your sands are drenched
Oh land where my leader does rest,
Call me to see him, welcome me as a pilgrim, please please make me your guest

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He is mercy he is prayer he is Ya Ali(a.s)
Unlike Adam(a.s), he was never misled he did not eat from the tree,
Nor like Ibrahim(a.s) did he need a blindfold his sacrifice he could see,
Unlike Musa(a.s) no mask for any task did ask he,
Nor like Issa(a.s) did he ever say Oh Lord why have you forsaken me,
But like Muhammed(S.A.W.W) he could not be,
For he himself said even the dust under Muhammeds(S.A.W.W) feet is better than me,
If this is true then someone please tell me,
Why did Muhammed(S.A.W.W) say “Ali(a.s) is with truth and the truth is with Ali(a.s)”

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I dont want to follow my desire,
Not on earth fear of what happens when from life i retire,
I want to go to heaven,
Oh Lord save me from hell fire,
I want to elevate my soul somewhere higher,
Where there are 70 virgins, golden goblets of wine and silk robes as attire,
Not the food of zaree or of zaqqum,
Oh Lord save me from hell fire,
The garden of eden is what I aspire,
Dont want to sell my soul when satans the buyer,
But he keeps fooling me,oh lord save me from hell fire,
I pray and pray I dont want to tire,
I speak the truth I am not a liar,
But satan stops me from this seeking of mercy,
Oh Lord save me from hell fire.
Oh satan of you i am a denyer,
Dont you know for Aba Abdillah Mahmood is a mourner and a cryer,
This a worship with which you can not interfere,
This is why my Lord will save me from hell fire

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