Ya Zaynab(A.S) you surely saved Islam when you stood in yazid the tyrants palace and his court

Ya Zaynab(A.S) with your wisdom and your calm, against falsehood amid ignorance and malice for Islam you fought

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Ya Zainab(as)  when the time comes to leave
My heart breaks more than ever I start to grieve
Walking each step the further I go the heavier it does become
When I leave Hussiens(as) sister here where she suffered in Shaam
I am sorry Ya Zainab(as) in tiredness I do not go
Ya Zainab(as) look mahmood does not go with zest, whom I depart from I know
I am in total unrest, I walk away in pain and very very slow
To  Zainab(as) oh Muslims what respect do you show
This is the Zainab(as) who saved Islam for every day for every tomorrow  
 

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Zainab(as) saved Imamate Fatemah(as) had saved it before

Zainab(as) saved it in Shaam Fatemah(as) when she was hit with the door.

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If Zainab had not fought on,
Then surely Islam would be gone,
She fought the powers and the so called caliph,
Faced with hardships and so much grief,
she carried the message and she won,
for we pray we fast and believe Allah is one,
Oh Zainab without you where would Islam be today,
we owe you our lives you we can never repay,
Mohammed Ali and Hasnain,
All of them there struggles would be in vain,
If in the end Zainab would have lost to pain,
How could she being the daughter of Ali
All this for you and me,
Not remember you how could this be,
We owe this to you for eternity

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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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