#karbobala

Yesterday a flame was lit on the door of Zahra, Today the inferno rages through the tents of Karbala; Yesterday a rib beside her heart was broken, Today the horses trample on the chest of Muhammad.

Twenty three years of revelation, in one afternoon they ripped apart, When they set alight the tents where Jibril used to descend; The master of their nation, in fifty years had been forgotten, When the Muslims slaughtered Muhammad’s grandson in Karbala.

Where is Hasan? Where is Hussain? One buried in his grandfather’s city, but cut off from the world. Another surrounded in a distant land by lovers, but cut into pieces.

They ripped off the veil of Zainab, exposing her to the sun of Karbala, So may the Lord rip their souls from their bodies,  And expose each face of theirs to the flames of Jahannam, “Indeed Allah is severe in punishment.” (8:13)