يَا لِـثـَارَاتِ الحُـسَـــيْــن

— Manuel Bandeira, from “Rest Your Hand on My Forehead,” This Earth, That Sky: Poems by Manuel Bandeira (University of California Press, 2018)

— Imam Ali (a), Ghurar al-Hikam, no. 1316 

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يا غريب يا مظلوم يا حسين (ع)

اَللّـهُمَّ الْعَنْ اَوَّلَ ظالِم ظَلَمَ حَقَّ مُحَمَّد وَآلِ مُحَمَّد وَآخِرَ تابِع لَهُ عَلى ذلِكَ

أعان الله قلباً ذاب بك شوقاً سيدي يا حسين

So I was on the train and this little girl (about 5years old) was sitting across from me, her mother had her headphones in and was ignoring the little girl. The girl was rambling about random things and started playing i spy with no one. She then said “I spy with my little eye something that’s green” and I pointed at my shirt that was green. She smiled and said “I spy something that’s white” and I pointed to my white shoes, she then said the colour red and at first I couldn’t find anything red so I pulled out a red school book from my bag. This continued for a few turns and then she said brown, I looked around me and in my bag but couldn’t find anything, the girl still expecting me to find something brown started looking around too when the man two rows down pulled out a brown phone case and pointed to it. The young girl then said blue and another lady pointed to her bracelet, we all silently continued playing until the whole train carriage was playing along, the whole time her mother didn’t even realise.

We love you, God loves you.

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— Joyce Meyers