Posts tagged “zaynab

nothing but beauty

Posted on October 1, 2017

ya Zaynab, the time has come to bid Hussain farewell horrors to pass the looming of a bloody moon foretells   ya Zaynab, with the rising of Ashura’s sun to come to the aid of your Hussain there will be left no one   ya Zaynab, to the battlefield he is to go and will shower down upon him rain of merciless arrows   ya Zaynab, facing thousands he’ll stand as one yet all will scatter from the sword of Ali’s fearless son   ya Zaynab, seeing light, the darkness will be scared more archers will be signaled and more swordsmen prepared   ya Zaynab, then wounds on wounds will kiss his skin, and when they do the enemy will start to circle in……

the aftermath

Posted on October 13, 2016

your face haunts my every dream.   I wake from the fragrance of your embrace to the scent of fire and weeping—   to the wailing of flowing rivers, rivers of flowing blood.     “And think not Allah to be heedless of what the unjust ones do. He only respites them to a day when their eyes shall be fixed open [staring up with terror].”  – The Holy Quran, 14:42 –

this hijāb

Posted on September 24, 2016

Maryam. Aasiyah. Khadija. Fatima. Zaynab. This is your legacy. They will try to make you forget this. Do not forget this. The purity of Islam has been preserved through this line of intellectual leaders. Social reformers. Spiritual masters. Woman warriors – and their shield, this Hijāb. They will try to make you forget this. Do not forget this. To the world, it may seem like just a cloth. And this is what those seeking to weaken its power would have you believe. But to the guardians of its secrets, the preservers of its message, the ones who have uncovered its knowledge… it is starlight. it is magic. it is the taste of flight. This Hijāb is revolution incarnate. It is not a mere thing, to be neatly…

our way through fire

Posted on May 31, 2015

millennia ago, when the world was a younger place in the heavens, a human being was created from clay a being of sinew and flesh and stardust and bone a being that would, in time, call this Earth its home.   the Lord said, ‘I will create a vicegerent on Earth.’ the angels replied, ‘what reason is there for this birth? will you place there one who would only shed blood? make mischief and pollute clear rivers with mud? who would fight hard and lie and from others steal? who would cry out and cheat and innocents kill? who You’ll make, yet heedless will be their praise while we celebrate and glorify your Holy Names?’   all of the angel’s concerns, God already knew…

fragrance of the found

Posted on July 16, 2013

“O God, what did find who lost you? And what did he lose who found you?” -Hussain ibn Ali (a)   I’ve heard whispered tales of a flower in a slumbering wood Whose tears did fall when the world’s weight it understood Drowning in the haze of fairytales, countless once upon a times Of knights bright in shining armor, women with beauty refined   Too weakened by shadows, roots shaken by each passerby So it learned to prick hands that either crushed, or at its beauty did sigh Its strength tested, soon took its bent stem as a sign of defeat Was told once its petals would fall, would turn man into beast   Lost and confused, turned for answers to a wise, olden…