there is a tale that aches the heart whose telling tears its seams apart a thousand years of flowing tears which call: ya Hussain there was a band of noble few who left behind all that they knew to fight the fight of dark and light their chief, al-Hussain of young and old their party… Continue reading there is a tale
Tag: english karbala poetry
the first moment
the first moment my eyes set their sights on your karbala, i knew. the moment i saw your flag still whipping in the breeze blood red, the blood of Muhammad (s) your name written in the sky as if still held steady blood red, the arms of your flag-bearer... my life, (the death i had… Continue reading the first moment
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