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Imam Mahdi’s (ajfs) Calling

Islam rose when it planted a seed named Muhammad and it will rise again with a beautiful flower named Muhammad Islam’s status will be resurrected from this garden of roses,

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Together in Selflessness: Let’s Revive Karbala

In the midst of time, Believers had gathered At the call of “Hal Min Nasir,” 72 had answered Together in selflessness, their ego they had shattered They attained “Al-Mutmaina,” and

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Listen With Your Soul

When you sit beside the river and listen closely, the Euphrates speaks to you only in eulogies of Aale-Hussain. Ask her what she saw on that treacherous day, and she

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Tell Me of the Women of Karbala

When the moon cried as she left the skies. When the sky wept as day was approaching. When the sun rose in agony, regretting the bringing forth of a day

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Resurrecting My Father’s Voice

My father and I would constantly communicate over the phone It was the only way to make Detroit and Edmonton feel inseparable As years went on I felt my sincerity

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The Tears of Palestinian Children

The tears of Palestinian children The prime minister of the Zionist regime, I mean Israel, walked in a unity march against terrorism You could feel the 2200 murdered Palestinians turn

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When You Board Hussain’s Ship

A Breath… He exhaled from sacred lips Whipped… The wind would as it willowed with emptiness Fit… His father’s sword in his sheath So they would remember that battlefield skills

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Discourse Between Mother and Child

Mother: To my dear child who lived in my womb where you had your first seat In each morning and night I waited for you through the cold and heat

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In the Beginning

Was The First Light like the light that we now perceive? Can a mere solar explosion successfully achieve the frequency and intensity to create matter and life? Perhaps. The Universe

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I Swear Upon Each Crushed Rib

I swear upon her scent, as roses give allegiance that no fragrance touched the prophet but her presence. I swear upon the echoes of her last voiceless nights that I