The Great Sacrifice

Written by:
Rida Noor
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It was peak the of mischief with virtues in chains;
Just laws were sacked with rules insane;
As the tyrants on the rise, and the masses confused,
offered lust with lies, and faith abused.

Thus the signs indicated, and time dictated.
Some souls elevated as Al-Hussain (A.S) navigated;
a seed of Prophet (PBUH) and the sight of his parents,
that time in deluge, he was ark so apparent
.

In the Name of Allah, for the sake of Islam;
for the freedom of life and soul of Islam;
gave the greatest sacrifice, but not his hands,
with the members of his kin and many of his friends.

With a message from his father was Qasim bin Hassan (A.S);
a radiant jewel of Islam was this glowing young son;
but Qasim into  pieces with a bride day old;
on the sand in heat it was savage and cold.

Fell Abbas (A.S) from the horse, with no hands for resort;
then Al-Hussain (A.S) rushed to shore as his brother’s last resort,
those children who waited with patience were told;
and the thirst in the camp was three days old.

Soon Akbar came down with a spear in his chest;
which a father had to pull so severe was the test;
He was the image of Prophet (PBUH), and the life of Al-Hussain (A.S)
He was the vision of a mother and the eyes of Al-Hussain (A.S)

Ali Asghar (A.S) went to sleep, with his father and no fear;
with the crade on fire, and their head on a spear;
and the mother’s empty hand, with tear dried eyes,
who looked for the baby to sing lullabies.

And Syeda Zainab (A.S) saw the horror of this trip;
as a knife tore the neck, where the Prophet  (PBUH) used to put his lips;
Earth in grief, roared Heavens and mourned,
the sand turned red when Hussain (A.S) was torn.

And Sakina full of tears with her tiny bleeding ears,
bruises on her face and thirst so severe;
She ran for her father who laid beheaded,
and cried for her uncle for help she needed.

Then the camp pushed down, while flames went up;
little children rushed out, as their dresses lit up;
it was a night full of cries and innocent quests;
shattered were their dreams and broken were their nests.

All defense laid to rest, after trials and tests;
left to face, one Imam, even history would detest,
who fainted with illness, faced torture and torment;
a Master of the pious and devotees’ ornament.

Lashes on his back heavy chains on Imam;
but ladies were the prisoners, was the wound of Imam;
No chador for them but their rope tied arms;
and grief soared high from Kufa to Shaam.

But, the daughter of Ali (A.S) challenged, miseries with the messages;
with the families in bazaars, and deadly courts of savages,
With the depth of the patience and the Zenith of Bravery;
Islam was rescued for ever from slavery.