My master Imam Hussain (as)
Oh my master Imam Hussain (as)
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Oh my master Imam Hussain (as)
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.
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
In these nights of Ramadan,
With the echoes of azan e fajr
vast clusters
How a street turned silent
This stinging, this jabbing
When the wailing of the night has hushed
A daughter is a quiet cave