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.
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
For Sayyed Ali Khamenei (May Allah be pleased with him)
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
And there, his Beloved sees him,
What is the cost of loyalty?
Oceans of light
A daughter is a quiet cave