ImageSister 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


If the wind is the breath

Of the Earth

Then mat'am is the heartbeat

Of the Imamate

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