#sajjad

my arms are giving thanks to Abbas with each good deed, they are his

I can't sleep.

From all of history we draw our lessons... the everlasting come from our beacons/ Lessons die off at their own expense... except when Hussain, Sajjad, and Abbas are in their defense/ 

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Examine Hussain spiritually or historically, your heart melts in his direction/ When he was born into this world of creation, what didn’t happen/ Everything peeked over, even the sun turned around to meet its competition/ All of creation knew Hussain is going to be worth meeting on this exact occasion/ Nothing in these lands would miss the opportunity to meet Muhammad’s own reflection/ But how many things would kiss his neck on this day to show their appreciation/ 

His very birth was a gift, a blessing that brought afloat millions of lessons/ And how many do I adore when my firmness of faith, Hussain alone fashions/ I climb up over the ego inside so my eyes, Hussain’s humility, envisions/ The flowers of potential in me cry for Hussain to water these lushes of gardens/ Each drop is a lesson, and its not a personal gift, but for the billions/ His birth was not just one day or one blessing, but a centerfold for all ascensions/

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In looking for my next virtue and lesson, I look to Abbas as history’s teacher/ Abbas’s birth wasn’t limited to only bring Hussain good wishes, but also to every other/ When he was born, his mother kisses his arms, “he is born a servant” she’d whisper/ As a strong leader he stands, look at his level of servitude-his greatest feature/ Serving is not demeaning, just look at how many of us learn from his gesture/ He serves everything he has completely and this is what makes him a leader/ 

His birth was a spark to the life he led and I don’t know which is more weighty/ The future of my faith, I’ve placed in his hands though they were taken forcefully/ Because I know he’d still find a plan of action for any lover of God excitedly/ He is full of power and has never died, though his body lies brokenly/ Not a warrior, this is the warrior of Hussain’s battle as he fought brilliantly/ Let history and all collapse, it would still be Abbas’s lessons that stand defiantly/

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For the lessons I exhume from words, I thank Imam Zain ul-Abideen/ The wielder of words, as these supplications help keep my heart clean/ His lessons build my hopes and faith for all that is a part of the world unseen/ How precious do I hold him dear who gave me the directions on how to be serene/ Practicing his lessons of patience in prayer have become a part of our routine/ And I wonder if he is proud or in dismay when he is looking at this scene/ 

His birth is applauded by the words and letters he had written/ We should attempt to fall in love with his writings, at least a fraction/ He has lessons in these words that most will try to keep hidden/ Because his words are the seeds to your insight and shouldn’t go without mention/ Let him open your eyes to the sights they should see with no aversion/ Let Sajjad take your soul on its own journey for lessons till your spirit awakens/

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Sajjad wants you to use them as if they were your own... he won’t be upset, but happy to see you’ve grown/