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Postby Muntazir » 02 May 2007, 22:05

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahim

As Salaamu 'aleykum


Don´t think our cries are too extreme.
There´s good reason for grown men to scream.
Our actions aren´t of those insane.
We weep in dhikr of Husayn.
When the guilty kills the innocent,
to usurp Islamic Government,
Should not a Muslim cry in pain?
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

Reflect on Husayn´s flawless fame.
Reflect on Yazeed, steeped in shame.
Shall not the heart be pierced by woe,
when the Khalif is Islam´s foe?
Oh what a dark, sad thought to bear,
it breaks the heart, moves joy to tear.
That´s why our tears fall down like rain.
Husayn!Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

A heart of stone´s too hard to cry.
A mind that´s closed won´t wonder why.
A foolish man is deaf and blind.
A coward always stays in line.
But a soul that prostrates on it´s face.
With trembling heart, seeking God´s Grace
Won´t hide from Truth, can´t hide the pain.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

The Khalif chose vile tricks, and lies.
Husayn chose death, not compromise.
This Prophet´s son would not bow down;
Preferring death to being bound.
To evil hind´s Satanic Son.
So with his death the Imam won.
Islam´s loss was Islam´s gain.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

Oh what a brave and selfless deed,
To give up life for Islam´s creed;
To sacrifice both friend, and kin,
to show the world Islam from sin.
Are you confused which side is right?
How would you stand if called to fight?
Are you aware just who was slain.
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

The leader of The Garden´s Youth
Was murdered by a drunk uncouth.
Understand the scene my friend;
An angel murdered by a jinn. A jinn who held the Ummah´s
A womanizer half insane
Condemned to death The Chaste Husayn. Husayn! Husayn!

Though martyrdom gave Abbas wings,
Thirst remains and grief still stings.
But tears alone won´t slake our thirst.
Tears by themselves can make things worse.
Who will stand?
Who will try To speak The Truth ... To stand ... To die;
To cause a tyrant´s moon to wane?
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!Husayn! Husayn!
Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

By: Ali Abu-Talib son of AbdunNur
as-Salaamu 'aleykum warahmatullah

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