The wise woman of Banu Hashim
My heart trembles when I listen to the tragedy of Karbala,
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My heart trembles when I listen to the tragedy of Karbala,
It’s the first day of the month, when a mother dresses her children in black, pakeezah (pure) attire, putting away all party outfits and bringing out modest, simple clothing.
Zuhayr ibn al-Qayn.
John bin Huwai.
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
In these nights of Ramadan,
With the echoes of azan e fajr
In the shadows of Karbala, she stood tall,
I stand between the sun and the moon
I keep searching the dictionary for the perfect word for bravery
How a street turned silent