Poems On Ahle Bayt And Their Family

O LOVERS OF HUSAYN!

by Fatema S Hassanally

From the cradle, to the grave
The sorrow of Husayn is brave
In our hearts and in our soul
Wherever; from pole to pole
O lovers of Husayn!
The tradegy is alive and will remain
As the time is approaching near
For the grandson of Husayn to appear
Help us awaken from our sleep
So we may stand by those who weep
O spirit of Husayn!
The infants are in pain
Help us stand on our feet
So we may fight enemies we meet
And reveal to them what Islam is
In the same was our Imam's did
Islam is the religion of God
Given to us from our Lord
So we may fight like Husayn
And save Islam again
Islam the true religion has to be understood
For we Muslims have yet misunderstood
The lessons taught in Karbala
By the grandson of the Prophet of Allah
The saviour of Islam
Is our twelfth Imam
For he is in the second Ghaybatayn
And still he feels the Ummah's pain
And in his absence
We have in our presence
His chosen one -
Imam Khamenei is the one
We need to help our Imam
By following the chosen Imam
And by doing what he says is right
We'll defeat Islam's enemies with might
O Mahdi az-Zamaan!
With your help we'll increase our Imaan!
And await you in eagerness
For you are our happiness

SPIRIT OF HUSAYN

by Abdullah al-Mukhlis, Munawwar ud-Deen, Muhammad Davdani and Shabbir Hassanally

Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Take as as Shaheed, Take us as your slaves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Take as as Shaheed, Take us as your slaves
O lonely hearts, broken by the pain
O every tear, calls out Husayns name
Every single tear, reminds us of Husayns name
Every tortured face, holds a sacred place
Every tortured face, holds a sacred place
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Take as as Shaheed, Take us as your slaves
O tearful ones, can you see the babe,
Can you see his smile, witness for a while.
Can you see your sons, born unto your wives?
Can you hear their cries, see tears in their eyes?
Can you imagine then, never seeing them again?
This was our Husayn, Ali Asghar was his pain!
This was our Husayn, Ali Asghar was his pain!
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Take as as Shaheed, Take us as your slaves
O our sweet Abbas! Where are your sacred hands?
Where are your shining arms? Plundered upon the sands?
Where is your valiant heart, where is your sword so sharp?
To quench the thirst of the pure, couragous your surely were!
To quench the thirst of the pure, couragous your surely were!
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Take as as Shaheed, Take us as your slaves
O daughter of Hayder, you sweet heart bears the scares
O beloved of Batul, you felt their hate so cruel
O sisters in Islam, imagine yourselves in Shaam
Imagine the pain and hurt, displayed for the cursed hurt
From the gaze of man your guard, though the way is always hard
You're the heirs of sweet Zaynab, Mujahida for Hijaab
You're the heirs of sweet Zaynab, Mujahida for Hijaab
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Take as as Shaheed, Take us as your slaves
Upon each Ashura, our hearts ache for our Husayn
The suffering of Rabaab, of Zaynab and Sajjad
The blood flows through our viens, its burning and full of shame
Our love of Rasulullah, drags us to Karbala,
Yet on which side would we stand, would our blood fall on the sand
Yet on which side would we stand, would our blood fall on the sand
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Take as as Shaheed, Take us as your slaves
The call of our Husayn, Echoes from age to age
Lets die like sweet Abbas, and give all for Allah's Nasr
Let our bodies be burnt and torn, our Jihad is not for long
Look well through our tearful eyes, Search well and you'll realise
That Husayn surely survived, In the Revolution he's alive!
That Husayn surely survived, In the Revolution he's alive!
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Take as as Shaheed, Take us as your slaves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves
Spirit of Husayn, Take us to our graves

Take as as Shaheed, Take us as your slaves

THUS DO WE MOURN YOU - OH HUSAYN

In a time when Islam was under seige
The divine path was trodden low.
Due to injustice, Islam cried out
"Who will rise to meet this foe!"
A man, ONE man, his head held aloft
As a star amidst the barren sky.
With kith and kin gathered along
He rose to heed the stricken cry!
He reached the sands of Kerbala
Betrayed! Refused! Denied his right.
His intention pure, to save Islam
This man of God was forced to fight.
His infant child, martyred in his hands,
From his broken heart escaped a sigh.
But yet his purpose remained sublime
"Islam MUST live, though I SHALL die."
Pierced by arrows, he collapsed off his horse
Yet arose to offer his final prayer!
Abased in sajdah, thanking God
He was beheaded without a care!
From atop a spear looked this noblest of heads
Sacrificed so that truth may reign.
"Long live Islam!" voiced those silent lips.
Thus do we mourn you - "O Husayn!"

WHY WE CRY?

Composed by Ali Abu-Talib son of Abdun-Nur

I Take Refuge In Allah From The Stoned Satan.
In Name Of Allah The Source Of Mercy To All Of Creation;
The Source Of The Mercy To The Believing Congregation.
Oh Allah Bless Muhammad's Soul,
And Rain Down Peace On His Household.
"Why We Cry"
Don't think our cries are too extreme.
There's good reason for grown men to scream.
Our actions aren't of those insane
We weep in dhikr of Husayn.
When the guilty kills the innocent
To usurp Islamic Government,
Should not a Muslim cry in pain?
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
Reflect on Husayn's flawless fame.
Reflect on Yazeed, steeped in shame.
Shall not the heart be pierced by woe,
When the Khalif is Al-Islam's foe?
Oh what a dark, sad thought to bear,
It breaks the heart, moves joy to tear.
That's why our tears fall down like rain.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
A heart of stone's too hard to cry.
A mind that's closed won't wonder why.
A foolish man is deaf and blind.
A coward always stays in line.
But a soul that prostrates on it's face.
With trembling heart, seeking God's Grace
Won't hide from Truth, can't hide the pain.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
The Khalif chose vile tricks, and lies.
Husayn chose death, not compromise.
This Prophet's son would not bow down;
Preferring death to being bound
To evil hind's Satanic Son.
So with his death The Imam won.
Islam's loss was Islam's gain.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
Oh what a brave and selfless deed,
To give up life for Islam's creed;
To sacrifice both friend, and kin
To show the world Islam from sin.
Are you confused which side is right?
How would you stand if called to fight?
Are you aware just who was slain.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
The leader of The Garden's Youth
Was murdered by a drunk uncouth.
Understand the scene my friend;
An angel murdered by a jinn.
A jinn who held the Ummah's reins;
A womanizer half insane
Condemned to death The Chaste Husayn.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
A Nimrod in Islamic Guise.
A whore in veils. Truth mixed with lies.
An Ummah fooled by slight of hand.
One raised his voice. One dared to stand.
An Abraham who chose The Flames
Rejecting falsehood's kingly claims.
An Abel who opposed a Cain.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
How could a demon rise so high
To cause the Prophet's son to die;
To kill him with the Muslim's sword;
And in The Name Of Prophet's Lord?
Can might make right, and rule God's Deyn?
Then how did things get so obscene?
How will we ever clean the stain?
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
They wouldn't let Husayn's men drink.
And now they will not let you think
They barred them from a river clear.
They bar you from a knowledge dear.
The fence your mind with bigotry
And tie your hands with apathy.
Why should a Muslim not feel pain?
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
These Yazeeds kill for crown, and purse.
At least Muslims can spit and curse,
But many think the cost too high.
So they obey the one's who lie.
They would not allow Husayn a drink.
And now they won't let Muslim's think,
And those who think, they call insane.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
The world's a Karballa, a desert dry;
And Quran's a river flowing by,
And Ishtahad's a water skin
That's cool and filled for thirsty men.
Where is Abbas with what we need?
His canteen was pierced with shafts of greed.
Our thirst is not from lack of rain.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
Though martyrdom gave Abbas wings,
Thirst remains and grief still stings.
But tears alone won't slake our thirst.
Tears by themselves can make things worse.
Who will stand? Who will try
To speak The Truth ... To stand ... To die;
To cause a tyrant's moon to wane?
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!
Oh Allah Bless Muhammad's Soul,
And Rain Down Peace On His Household.

IMAM ALI (AS)

by Zainab Kazim

A brave man was Ali
The Lion Of God, the Prophet's wasi
His father was the chief of the clan,
He was a good and pious man.
His mother was entirely free from blame.
Fatema binte Asad was her name.
His cousin, the prophet was brought up by these two,
Children they'd had and quite a few too.
In Kaaba our first Imam was born,
Near the very early hours of dawn.
When his eyes opened for the very first time,
He was met with the Prophet's face sublime.
The Prophet wished to adopt Ali,
To relieve his guardians of a responsibility.
Once the prophet had a feast,
With a tiny amount of things to eat.
Some meat, some bread and some milk to drink,
Filled the appetites to the brink.
But the food remained the same as before,
Not any less, not any more.
The invited men were from his kin
He wanted them to repent their sin
Advising them to accept the Faith,
And helping him to propagate.
When the Prophet asked if they would,
Only Ali whole-heartedly stood.
Gradually more people chose Islam.
So they might be free from any harm.
It was of course for their very own good,
Not only in this but afterwards too.
The Quraish had troubled the Muslims for a long time now,
How they survived? God knows how!
The Prophet's life was not at stake,
Ali thought and acted straight.
He done something very brave,
Which could have led him to his grave.
For on the Prophet's bed he slept
While into the night the Prophet crept
From Mecca to Medina the Prophet had gone.
He travelled by night and rested by dawn.
Soon Ali came to Medina too,
To unite with his cousin, the last Rasool.
The Prophet made progress to preach Islam
He also invited Christians from Najran
The Christian and Muslim talked on and on.
The Christian insisted God had a son.
On this point the two sides didn't agree,
So a Mubahala there was to be.
From the Prophet's side, five people went
Five people whom God had sent,
One heavenly lady and four pious men,
The Prophet, Ali, Fatema and Hasnain.
The five faces shown so radiantly,
That the Christian notices this obviously.
And so from Mubahala they declined.
As the wrath of God came to their mind.
Ali was also one of the five under the Kisa,
With the Prophet, Hasnain and Fatema.
The Prophet loved his Ahl-e-bait.
And about them he often said.
My Ahl-e-bait are the Ark of Nooh,
The boat that will help save you.
The strong rope of God that leads to the Heavens,
From the fire of Hell that menacingly threatens.
The door of forgiveness, the purified ones,
They will save fathers, mothers, daughters and sons.
Ali fought many battles again and again,
Badr, Ohad, Khandaq, Khyber and Honain.
Prophet loved Ali there is no doubt,
On many occassions he pointed out,
I am the City of Knowledge and Ali is its Gate.
He is the most equitable judge, the embodiment of faith.
On the Prophet's last pilgrimage to Mecca and back.
The Prophet proclaimed on a camel's hack,
I must tell you something before I depart,
My Ahl-e-bait and Qur'an will never part.
But the most important thing for Muslims and Islam,
Is to accept Ali as Maula of those whose Maula I am.
On the morn of 19th Ramadhan,
When the moazzan gave the call for Azan,
Ali knew that death was near,
Yet went to the Mosque without any fear.
Suddenly a sword struck his head.
By God I've reached my aim, he said.
Bin-e-Muljim done this dirty deed.
He tried to escape and ran to his steed.
He was caught and brought back to Ali,
who ordered his ropes loose immediately.
Distrust came over Bin-e-Muljim,
When Ali offered some juice to him.
All looked sadly at the man,
Then he said, O Abdul Rehman,
If you had taken this drink from me,
Up in Heaven you'd be with me.
In two more days Ali was dead.
This was the day man really dread,
For centuries now man has wept.
While up in Heaven Ali slept.
May Zainab be blessed by Ali,
For this humble effort of poetry.

LET'S BE LIKE THE PROPHET (SAW)

By Sister Sabrina

May Allah help us in our attempts to be like our beloved prophet (p.b.u.h.) Prophet Muhammad Portrats Himself When asked by Hazrat Ali (A.S), his son-in-law, about his way of life he replied:

"Meditation in God is my Capital.
Reason and sound Logic is the rest of my Religion.
Love is the Foundationof my existence.
Enthusiasm is the Vehicle of my life.
Contemplation of God is my companion.
Faith is the source of my Power.
Sorrow is my friend.
Knowledge is my weapon.
Patience is my Garb abd Virtue.
Submission to the Divine Will, is my Pride.
Truth is my Salvation.
Worship is my habit.
And in Prayer lies the coolness of my Eye and the Peace of Mind."

BIBI ZAINAB (AS)

Oh, I know about Damascus
Where Zainab's star shines
"Zainab" glorious daughter of "Ali"
Who has nursed humanity
From Karbala throughout times
To keep Islam alive
Humanity sings peace and joy at once
To everyone who seems still in love
To see the trees of truth bloom
And the world be rid of gloom
If there is one thing the entire universe shares
It is the life of Zainab to read and care
Dreams and hopes will come true
When Zainab and her goals are understood
Inside us is the warmth of Allah's love
When we think of Zainab "The patient princess"
That is why the Ahlul-Bait of Rasulallah
Are the light of saviors here and after this life.

A TRIBUTE TO BIBI ZAINAB (AS)

Lady of Faith, Lady of Strength,
They killed your sons, your brother, your friends
and then they came and burned your tents.
Lady of Faith, Lady of Strength,
Oh my what courage you did show
Even as those fires did glow.
Lady of Faith, Lady of Strength,
To Yazid's palace were you dragged
With our sick Imam who was bound and gagged.
Lady of Faith, Lady of Strength,
Face to face with Yazid you said
How dare you treat the Ahlul Bayt so bad?
Lady of Faith, Lady of Strength,
Your role was clear, there was no choice
To save Islam you used your voice.
To this day we remember in the majlis,
That it was you who gave the start to all this
So we can never forget, you went to great lengths
Our Lady of Faith, Our Lady of Strength.