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,
Karbala’s poets
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
In the shadows of Karbala, she stood tall,
“You’ll remember this when I’m dead,”
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
What is the cost of loyalty?
I made my home a sanctuary
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
What did we lose tonight?