Posts from the “Sonnets” Category

what we claim

Posted on December 26, 2019

Would that I had been there in Karbala, My life would have been given for Hussain, How often does this thought upon me gnaw— My blood would have been spilled upon those plains. With confidence, I claim I would have been Amongst those noble few who lived to die, Unflinching, facing death, their band was seen— While I have often shuddered facing life. For my Imam, what arrows have I dodged, Allowing them to strike his heart instead? How often have I marked his rivals’ calls, Drawing the map which leads them to his tent?   Be wary, tongue, you are not crushed by what you proudly claim: For weighty is the status of the comrades of Hussain.

the shepherd

Posted on December 14, 2019

The shepherd has but gone over the hill,The setting sun has but few hours to rise—Yet with the dark has fled our pasture’s will,Waking is left now only for the wise.Our withered flock now wanders to and fro,While on the path few track our herder’s steps;We sit and wail, drawing the wolves below,While few seek higher ground for this night’s test.If day will come, our shepherd will come home,In what way will he find us on life’s plain—With heavy hearts will we now idly roam?Or will our grief drive us to seek his reign?Do not forget, our death calls to our birth:Muhammad’s son still walks upon this earth.