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Archive for December, 2010

Oh roof of my house be gone
How can I be covered ,when my son,in the deserts heat is alone

Oh candles do not give me light
Without my child, my days are now nights

Oh son without you, your mother is in grief
I suckled you, a mothers wish, but for a time so brief

I look in your cot and call out your name
Oh son I start to cry, my grief I can not contain

Look at this distraught mother, thirsty my son was taken from me
I can never forget my child and his blood drenched body

I can not eat, drink, or even sleep
Oh Asgher for you, your mother forever weeps

Oh sands of Karbala look after my child, he died with thirst
Oh desert you are now his mother.
For only six months her child this mother could nurse.


How does one bury his baby in the sand… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does one take his childs blood in his hand… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does one give a sacrifice so grand… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How after this does, a father still stand… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien

How does one withstand such a calamity… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does one see his son, murdered in such barbarity.. Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does one stand such brutality… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does a father face this eventuality…Ask Hussien Ask Hussien

How does a man to a mother, a dead son take… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
To know how a mans heart this would break… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
How does a father feel when seeing his son in this state… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien
To know how a father can carry such a burden, such a weight… Ask Hussien Ask Hussien

How does a mother feel when with her dead son, her husband nears.. Ask RUBAB RUBAB
How does a mother feel when she sees her husband
and her babies head held up high on spears… Ask RUBAB RUBAB


How does one let go of he, who resembles Rasoolullah. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one see a son thirsty in the heat of Karbala. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one give such a beautiful son in Sadka. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one see the blood of a son like Ali Akber. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain

How does one listen to his sons last Azan. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does a father accept his sons last Salaam. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one let go of his Quraan. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one carry a dead son in his arms. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain

How does one into the battle let his son disappear. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one feel when the cry of his dying son he can hear. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How does one approach a dying son he holds so dear. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain
How from a dying son does a father remove a spear. Ask Hussain Ask Hussain


Oh land of Karbala and land of Yathrib
Today a child, when before his Uncle and his Grandmothers rib

Oh look Fatimah, They will never stop
Until these Hell-Seekers have of blood spilt every single drop

Oh the seeds of Karbala had been planted long ago
When the door was kicked, when Zahra was hit by that blow

You took one child oh seekers of hell
Why then did you have to take the life of Ali Asgher aswell

Oh Ahle-Muhammed for you, our hearts are full of sorrow
Where once it was Mohsin, today Asgher will follow

The Blood of his son, to the skies Hussain throws
Oh door kicker and hurmala your atrocities are exposed

These are the days when innocence did die
Oh door kicker and yazid I have just one question.. Why, Why, Why?
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OH HUSSIEN WHY WHOMSOEVER CALLS YOUR NAME GOES INTO TOTAL MADNESS
AND BECOMES A BEGGAR AT YOUR DOOR , HIS LIFE OVERTAKEN BY SORROW AND SADNESS
WE FALL SO IN LOVE WITH YOU HUSSIEN
ITS YOUR LOVE THAT LEADS US TO HEAVENLY SUCCESS

HUSSIEN YOUR LOVE TAKES OVER ONES EXISTANCE
ONCE YOUR LOVE ENTERS THE HEART THERE IS NO RESISTENCE
THE HEART STARTS TO CRY YOUR NAME
FROM YOU HUSSIEN IN TIMES OF TROUBLE WE FIND ASSISTANCE

HUSSIEN WHEN ONE FINDS YOU THEY LOSE ALL SANITY
AND THEN ONLY WITH YOU DOES ONE FIND ANY SANCTITY
YOU ARE THE BEARER OF TRUTH
HUSSIEN YOU ARE THE GUIDE AND SAVIOUR OF HUMANITY

WHAT ARE YOU HUSSIEN, WHAT ARE YOU HUSSIEN
FOR ME YOU ARE THE WORLD AND WHATERVER IT CONTAINS
I AM CRAZY ABOUT YOU, LOST IN YOUR LOVE
NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY, MY LOVE FOR YOU I CANNOT EXPLAIN

I AM ABU SHAHBAAZ TO SEE YOU HOW I YEARN
TO VISIT YOU, IN MY HEART A FIRE DOES BURN
YOU ARE THE ENJOINER OF GOOD
I HAVE BEEN BUT HOW I CRY TO RETURN

MAY ALL I HAVE BE IN YOUR SACRIFICE
WITHOUT YOUR LOVE I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN LIVE THIS LIFE
AND HOW I AWAIT YOUR GRANDSON
I AM READY TO JOIN HIS ARMY WHEN HE DOES ARRIVE

I DON’T KNOW WHY BUT MY HEART SEEKS NO REST
WHENEVER I HEAR ABOUT YOU, IN PAIN I BEAT MY HEAD AND BEAT MY CHEST
AND WHAT PAIN WHAT PAIN
THAT STILL TODAY I TAKE TO THE STREETS IN PROTEST

I WANT ONLY YOUR LOVE HUSSIEN NOTHING BUT YOUR LOVE
HOWEVER MUCH I CRY FOR YOU HUSSIEN
WALLAH I CAN NEVER CRY ENOUGH


My back is broken
12 16th, 2010

Oh Abbas when your alam is risen and passes us by
We remember to get water for binte Hussain how hard you did try

On ashura this alam fell but we promise forever to hold it high
’till our death your name will always make us cry

When we want our wishes fulfilled Ya bab al Hawaij we ask
but we feel so very shy
We raise our hands in prayer yet ask one whose hands were severed from his side

Ya Abbas when I think of the arrow that pierced through your eye
And when you fell how Sakina started to weep and cry

And how Hussien ran, how Hussien ran
On his way he see’s the first and second hand
Then see’s his brother lying in the sand

But tell me Abbas one thing I cannot understand,
When you fell Abbas how did you land
For we cushion our fall my beloved Abbas
But you when you fell you had no hands

Each step your brother took more and more pain
Hearing you say Adrikini Ya Hussien Adrikini Ya Hussien

and do not take me back, to get water i did fail
Oh Abbas without you ,Sukaina will be slapped and stripped of her veil
Hussien looks at where your lifeless body does lay
Hussiens rises in grief and starts to say

Looking towards Najaf his eyes with dry tears filled.
Oh father Ali My back is broken my back is broken
My Brother Abbas has been killed


Like Hussien, martyrs we can not be
But Zainab, left us with that legacy
On these nights Zahra comes to see
And loves those who do her sons Azadari

To shout out loud and scream his name
We have no restriction and there is no shame
Do it with your hearts show your love for Hussien
Upon your lives with Zahras duas mercy will rain

We are all here today and we are free men
Death may take us and we may not get this chance again
So today give your all and scream out Ya Hussien
An act for which Heaven you’ll Gain

Tonight is the the night of Abu Fazl Abbas
Remember him, his life was in that flask
He is the door to help and whatever is asked
Is fulfilled for those who beg when his alam does pass


IN THE HEAT OF THE BATTLE JUST AFTER NOON
ON ASHURA ENTERS A CHILD THAT RESEMBLES THE MOON
DEATH IS SWEETER THAN HONEY HE SAYS
OH YA HASSAN YOUR SON WILL BE A MARTYR SOON

PERMISSION HE SEEKS FROM HIS UNCLE HUSSIEN
LET ME GO MARTYDOM LET ME GAIN
A SON GOING TO DIE
NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND HIS MOTHER PAIN

ON HIS HEAD YA HASSAN YOUR GREEN TURBAN PLACED
YOUR SON GOES TO BATTLE, BLOOD HONEY TO TASTE
IN THE RAGE OF BATTLE HE LOOKS AT HIS SHOE
HE IS ONLY A CHILD HIS SHOE IS UNLACED

UNAWARE OF THE ENEMIES AND FROM WHERE THEY ATTACK
ON QASIMS HEAD WITH THEIR SWORDS THEY SMACK
AND HOW QASSIM FELL
TELL ME QASSIM YOUR SKULL DID THEY CRACK

OH QASSIM WE DON’T FORGET YOUR BROTHER A MARTYR JUST LIKE YOU
TO PROTECT YOUR UNCLE HUSSIAN HOW INTO BATTLE HE FLEW
OH ABDULLAH BIN HASAN
JUST LIKE ABBAS THEY CUT YOUR HAND TOO

oh sons HASAN YOUR FATHER WILL QUENCH YOUR THIRST SOON

INNA LILLAHI WA INNA ILAYHI RAJIOON


Said Zainab to her two sons alive don’t return
You are both sadka for Hussien alive don’t return

Oh sons go, go and of you proud, I shall be
Go fight like my father ,go fight like Ali
Oh Zainab your two stars how they made you so proud
Oh calamity befalls you Zainab
Their bodies you could not bury ,their bodies you could not shroud

Aun and Mohammed go to fight, they look like Zulfikar
They look like just like Ali, but they are children in battle armour
The dust then rises and the sands create a cloud
From within Hussien ya Adrikini Oh uncle help us
They fall and shout out loud

Both martyred with their lifeless bodies,
to the camp Hussien does return
Look Zainab your two sons are martyred,
alive they didn’t return,

How many tears oh Zainab oh Zainab you must have shed
People how this mothers heart must have bled and bled
When she sees the bodies when she sees the heads
When she sees her two sons lying in front of her, covered in blood so red

Look your two sons oh Zainab Alive they didn’t return
Your two sons Oh Zainab Alive they didn’t return


Two stars
12 12th, 2010

Two stars fall from the sky they fall to the ground
Two shining stars on Ashura as martyrs will be crowned
From the heavens Ali and Jaffar in anger will look down
Oh what calamity befalls them
Two flowers in blood are drowned


Salams to you Ibn Qaradhaah and Ibn Khuzayr
Abu Thamamah, Nafi and Abdallah Bin Umayr
We the lovers of Hussien are in debt to you,
Oh Habib ,Muslim Bin Awsaja and Bin Qayn Al Zuhayr

We are the lovers of Hussien we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where

Your love for Mohammed all of you did declare
We wish we could have heard you recite the Quran oh Ya Burayr
Or assisted you Nafi when your hands were cut
Oh only, if only, like you we were there

We are the lovers of Hussien and we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where

Oh Habib so brave, like u a friend is so rare
Like you to protect Hussien by the lord of the Kaaba we also swear
We will never to forget you Ya Habib
Oh Ibn Habib with you, your grief we do share

We are the lovers of Hussien ,we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where

Oh John, for heaven with martydom how well you did prepare
And Wahab your head was thrown to your mothers feet oh what pain what despair
Oh what a mother you have Wahab she threw it back
Saying what we give to Hussien we give forever

We are the lovers of Hussien and we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where

Your bodies Hussien retrived and for you he said a prayer
But now look at our Mawla his body lays alone and no one is left to care
Hussiens body was left trampled in the hot sands
And from him the apostates his clothes did tear

We are the mourners of Hussien ,we do declare
That every day is Ahsura and Kerbala is every where

And oh look Wahab oh companions oh look Ya Burayr
Blood drips from Hussien’s beard and blood drips from Hussiens hair
To torment zainab oh on a spear they raised his head
As if were a trophy and waved it in the air

We are the cryers for Hussien ,we do declare
That every day is Ashura and Kerbala is every where


Oh Months of tears oh month of pain
Oh month of Muharram in which our Mawla was slain

Oh month in which was taken the life of Hussien
I cry for him and from happiness I refrain
Oh month in which with anger did fall from the sky”s, blood rain

Oh month of tears oh month of pain

Oh month in which for Mawla Hussien
Abu Shahbaaz his grief cannot contain
Oh month of Muharram, Alhamdulillah you are here again

Oh month of tears oh month of pain

Like millions oh month my tears will fall like rain
Proof to you oh yazid that my Mawla did not die in vain
And surely you yazid are to blame

Oh month of blood oh month of pain

Oh month in which Sakinas cries drive me insane
As does the falling of Abbas onto Kerbalas plains
And Akbar slaying which was so inhumane
Oh month in which 6 month Ali Askar’s neck was slain

Oh month of blood oh month of pain

All this calamity how can I stay quiet and not complain
How can I not cry and beat myself in grief with chains
My blood in my body how I can I let it remain
Whens Hussiens was spilt and the world, with Muhammeds blood was stained

Oh month of Muharram oh month of pain

Oh brothers don’t question my love for Hussien
The tears in my eyes to you should explain
That my love for him is deep in my veins

Oh month of Muharram oh month of pain

yazid you dragged Zainab through deserts and put our Abide in chains
hurmala, ibn ziyad and bin saad today where are your names
around the world all i can hear is Labaik Ya Hussien, Labaik Ya Hussien, Labaik Ya Hussien
Oh month of sorrow oh month of pain
All I can I hear is Labaik Ya Hussien, Labaik Ya Hussien, Labaik Ya Hussien


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