Sister Zahara Abdi in a short but sweet poem about the Master of Martyrs.
Sr. Zahara Abdi
Imam Hussain
Was thunder in the desert
Did not the sky weep, when he died?
His bravery was perfection
His blood leaves tears in our eyes
Ya Hussain
As the sand ran red
With the ink of martyrs' story
Filling books, poetry, our hearts
We say: remember
As the day of Ashura
Looms ever closer
Remember the revolution
True Islam calls to all Muslims
Remember
If the wind is the breath
Of the Earth
Then mat'am is the heartbeat
Of the Imamate
