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.
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.
O whose Master I am,
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
O who you don’t know me
Seasons change, so does the weather
In these nights of Ramadan,
With the echoes of azan e fajr
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
Each of you, pick up a stone.
What is the cost of loyalty?