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,
My Son, the dawn approaches,
O' My Allah, what has happened?
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.
Habib Ibn Mazahir-
Apakah erti risalah yang kuterima
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
For Sayyed Ali Khamenei (May Allah be pleased with him)
An angelic moon
The Guarantor, the Surety, the Earth that holds.
دشتِ خم میں جلوۂ اسرارِ کبریا دیکھا
Karbala’s poets
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
And there, his Beloved sees him,
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
Seasons change, so does the weather
In these nights of Ramadan,
With the echoes of azan e fajr