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Mahmood Khan
Every Minute Ya Hussain
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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Every Minute Ya Hussain
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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