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)
And there, his Beloved sees him,
In these nights of Ramadan,
With the echoes of azan e fajr
What is the cost of loyalty?
How a street turned silent
Oceans of light
A daughter is a quiet cave