• When the skies wept blood

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    Awaken the memories

    On a day like this skies wept rivers of blood

    and everything pure was slaughtered

    On a day like this the holy Quran was heaved upon a spear.

    and Fatimah was brought back to this lugubrious world

    Oh Fatimah revive your sorrow and pain for Muharam is here

    Oh Fatima ignite our hearts with fire and light

    that cast us with grief and tears of anger;

    let us awaken memories engraved in our hearts

    Memories that we may only feel,

    Memories that bear our minds to the land of agony and ordeals

    to Karbala to Zeinab and Rabab, to the frightened orphans, to the broken hearts.

    So lonely underneath the shelter of the darkest night

    covering their divine faces and their silent cries

    Crying for Abbas crying for Ali al Akbar

    crying for the master of martyrs and the third Imam,

    Yet no one hears, no one is there and nothing is left,

    but their holy bodies laying still on the warm sand,

    as if it is not enough for them to see the headless body of their master and lord

    battered by the horses hooves, and his holy head on the top of the javelin

    calling the eternal spectrum, calling the eternal observer

    This was the harshest victory of all the day blood triumphed the swards …..

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  1. Teta skriver:

    Jag får rysningar varje gång jag läser den… så tilltalande


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