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If you don’t cry for Hussien(AS),and your does not break or you do not feel his pain
Then your hell-bound brother,
Zehra (AS) prays for those who do, but those who don’t about them she does complain


I WAS IN THE DESERTS OF KERBALA A SMALL BUT SAD GRAIN OF SAND
THE BLOOD WITH WHICH I AM STAINED, HAS MADE MY VALUE SO GRAND (khaK e shafa)
I AM THAT UNFORTUNATE GRAIN ON WHICH HUSSIEN IBNE ALI MADE HIS LAST STAND
I CARRY A BURDEN DO YOU KNOW WHY,
BECAUSE ON ME DID FALL ABBAS IBNE ALI’S SEVERED HAND

I AM THE WIND THAT PASSED BY, ON THAT SAD AND PAINFUL DAY
I AM THE WIND , OH MANKIND WHAT I SAW, HOW CAN I SAY
IN ANGER I CRIED FOR I SAW WHAT WAS ON DISPLAY
I SAW THE BODY OF HUSSIEN ON THE RIVER BANKS,ALONE IT DID LAY

I AM THE SUN AND ON THAT DAY I WISH I DID NOT REMOVE THE NIGHT
I MUST BE TO BLAME FOR I TURNED THE DARKNESS THAT DAY INTO LIGHT
I WITNESSED BLOOD AND PAIN I WITNESSED ABBAS AND HUSSIENS LAST FIGHT
ON THAT DAY HOW I WISH I FELL AND THE WORLD WITH FLAMES I DID IGNITE

I AM THE STAR THAT GLARED OUT IN THE DARKNESS THAT DID PREVAIL
ALL THE TIME SINCE I WAS MADE I HAD ONLY SEEN AHLE MUHAMMED’S WOMEN VEILED
BUT THIS NIGHT THIS DAY I SAW MY IMAM HE WAS SICK AND HE WAS FRAIL
I AM IN PAIN ,I WANTED TO FALL AND DESTROY THIS WORLD WHEN THEY PULLED OFF ZAINAB’S VEIL

I AM FIRE, THEY USED ME TO SET UPON THE TENTS, WHERE ZAINAB AND THE CHILDREN DID DWELL
THEY USED ME TO SCARE MUHAMMED’S FAMILY AND MAKE AHLE MUHAMMED YELL
OH APOSTATES AND DESPOTS ONE THING TO YOU THIS FIRE PROMISES AND DOES TELL
I WILL REVENGE YOU VERILY, I WILL BURN YOU RELENTLESSLY WHEN YOU COME TO ME IN HELL

I AM THE RIVER IN WHICH WATER DOES FLOW FREE
I HAVE NO LEGS OR I WOULD MYSELF HAVE GONE TO HUSSIEN IBNE ALI
WOE BE UNTO ME FOR HE LAY ON MY BANKS, HIS UNSHROUDED BODY
I WISH I WOULD HAVE FLOODED THE WORLD THEN SEE THIS CALAMITY

I AM THE MOON AND AT NIGHT I WAS A GLIMMER IN THE SKY
I WITNESSED SO MUCH GRIEF, I WITNESSED SAKINA CRY
I SAW HER LOOK FOR HER FATHER TO HELP HER I SO DID TRY
I WISH I HAD FALLEN TO THE GROUNDS, I WISH ON THAT DAY THIS MOON DID DIE

AND I AM THE DROP OF RAIN, MANKIND I WATER YOUR CROP AND YOUR GRAIN
IN ME I HAVE SUCH DEEP PAIN, TO YOU MAN THIS HOW CAN I EXPLAIN
OH LORD FORGIVE ME WHERE WAS I ON ASHURA MAYBE I AM TO BLAME
BECAUSE I DIDN’T FALL ON THOSE HOLY LIPS AND QUENCH THE THIRST OF IMAM HUSSIEN (AS)

I AM abu shahbaaz HUSSIEN, WOE BE UNTO ME
WHY IS THERE NO SHROUD HUSSIEN ON YOUR BODY
I DO NOT ASPIRE HEAVEN HUSSIEN I ASPIRE YOUR PROXIMITY
IN MY GRAVE HUSSIEN,ON MY KAFAN I WILL WRITE WITH MY BLOOD FOR YOU POETRY.


As night begins to fall my eyes fill with tears,
Yet my heart smiles as this love of pain nears,
As Dhu-l-Hijja goes & Muharram appears
Hussain your month breaks my heart and my ailments it surely clears,
Refreshing my soul waiting zestfully for when the awaited one reappears


Rasoolullah cries Hussain
Murtadha cries Hussain
Fatima cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Safa Marwa cries Hussain
Plains of Mina cry Hussain
Arafa cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Madina cries Hussain
Karbala cries Hussain
Khan-e-Kabaa cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Earth and Sky cries Hussain
Tears I weep cry Hussain
Martyrs that die cry Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Qadr & Falaq cry Hussain
Noor & Alaq cry Hussain
Land of Fadak cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

My needs cry Hussain
My deeds cry Hussain
Blood I bleed cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Every insaan cries Hussain
My imaan cries Hussain
Even Quraan cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Every lover cries Hussain
Every brother cries Hussain
Even his mother cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

My Sajdah cries Hussain
My Dua cries Hussain
My Salah cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Fajr cries Hussain
Zohar cries Hussain
Asr cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Isa cries Hussain
Musa cries Hussain
Yahya cries Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

(this is reciters who have recited at Hyderi Imambargah London)
Ammar cries Hussain (Syed Ammar Nakshwani)
Abathaar cries Hussain (Abathaar al Halwachi)
Mukhtar cries Hussain (Moulana Mukthar Abbas)
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

In my grave cry Hussain
Every slave cry Hussain
Even the brave cry Hussain
Hussain cries ABBAS ABBAS

Abu Shahbaaz cries Hussain
Ghazi Abbas cries Hussain
Angels of Allah cry Hussain
Hussain Cries ABBAS ABBAS
Hussain Cries ABBAS ABBAS


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 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


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


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


Oh Hussien Your sacrifice how can we forget
Hussien you are the saviour of “nor was he begotten nor does he beget”
Hussien because of you we still hear the Azan from the Minaret
Everyday our cheeks with falling tears for you are wet
We will visit you Hussien even when our lives are under threat
Oh Hussien how can we forget
Your blood Hussien is for humanity against evil, a protective blanket
That day oh Hussien when you were beheaded, with the strike on your neck
Oh Hussien on that day after the sun did set
Oh Hussien your daughter was slapped and veils taken form Muhammad’s Ahle Bait
Your sacrifices Hussien we can never Forget we can never forget.


‘Till my death and in my grave Ya Hussien(A.) I’ll say

I’ll be crying for Hussien(A.S) even when I am risen on Judgement day

When I goto Heaven and when Heaven accepts me

I’ll have a condition and that is to do Hussiens(A.S) azadari

So brothers come cry for Hussien(A.S) and learn to say Ya Ali(A.S)

This is the oath you have to take to join the army of Ya Mahdi (may Allah hasten his appearance)


My Heart and Love
10 6th, 2007

Look in my heart,in half you will see love for Hussain(A.S),
No other love in my heart cant feel no one elses pain,
Look in the other half and you will see love for Ali(A.S),

No other emotions in my heart can there ever be,
Why? How? You may ask me,
If you knew them like I do there is nothing else in life that this abu shahbaaz can see.  


Oh Allah for Hussien why do our brothers never cry
Why for Amir ul Momineen Imam Ali with grief are their hearts never filled
Which tyrant can have a tear in his eye
For the martyr he has oppressed and the martyr he has killed.


Without Ali and Hussain who would want to live this life
For help who would one turn too in times of trouble and strife
Abu Shahbaaz would rather die a foetus in the womb and not be born at all
Than live if there was no Hussain to cry for and no Ali for help to call


A Martyrs Blood
02 8th, 2007

A martyrs blood or a scholars ink,
Which is better hmmm let me think,
Ones people read the others revolution does breed,
Ones does teach and the others our soul does reach,
For those who write well your words give us knowledge and make us wise,
But the blood of a martyr never dries,
Now what about a martyr whose blood is the ink from which man La Ilaha Illallah does realise,
Oh Hussien your blood alone does give us the route to Paradise.


Oh dear brothers you’ll never understand the love of Hussein
Yet it is very simple dear brothers its so very plain
If Josephs father could cry to blindness for the loss of his son
How can you justify it as bid3aat when we cry for Hussein’s martyrdom
Did Jacob sin when he cried so excessively till he went blind
A Prophet was he, from Allah he was a sign,
Sin could he? no never not in Allahs perfect design
cry once just once for Hussein
oh brothers in these tears the aroma of heaven you shall find


Islams Golden Star
02 2nd, 2007

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


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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