(Every year in the lunar month of Muharram we Shia Muslims commemorate the brutal martyrdom of the grandson of our Holy prophet Muhammed (s.a.w) and his family and friends at the hands of fake hypocritical so-called Muslims, several centuries ago. That tragic day of atrocity is known as ashurah.)
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Our eyes weep in grief an ocean of tears
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You work so hard for this work, to explain everything... and you stand for your faith when others rupture it, thats a great thing for you to do :)
dear friend, I received your invitation, and tried many times to post a comment here, but I couldn't. you also agree, all of our emotions can't be expressed in words. I can't write my heart here and I hope you will forgive me. my poetry sense... I fear if I do a little mistake...
good but i suggest if you accept compose a poem how to such things in a modern environment DISCONTINUE JUST TRY WILL YOU
I heartfelt read and yet still today it carries on, will humanity ever learn? not as long as the powerful need more power and the poor get poorer and the weak weaker. well penned Annette
I felt so tearful reading about this dreadful massacre. I just abhor the brutality, the despicable cruelty, and the suffering of innocents. Such sadness. So well penned S.zaynub.
This write brought me to tears; your reality touched this heart of mine and i cannot begin to imagine what the families of those killed went through. My heart hurts for you and all of those suffering under such heinous torment and actions...savage, brutal and supreme cruelty.
This is very tragic. My heart aches for this baby and all other victims of murder for whatever reasons.
to me, it matters little, if at all, how old the victims are. should it? and should it make a difference whose child is killed? ? no disrespect meant, BUT i'd rather get an arrow in the neck after three days of thirst THAN TO face the tortures of hellfire.) so, the deaths shall be avenged, i guess. i read a comment you left on Annette Aitken's The Secret. you offered this poem for her to read. that is how i wandered to it. bri :) p.s. do you mean to have the) at the start of the poem? best wishes to you.
This is one of the best poems that I've had the honour of reading on this awesome site. I say honor because you have passionately written about such a horrendous travesty and brought me to tears. You have eloquently educated me about a religion other than mine own. And in the process, you have made me a better person. And a better poet! I really look forward to reading more of your poems. Thank you so much for inviting me to read this truly profound poem.
It is always a temptation for man usurp power over his fellow man, but it is so much more evil when it is done in the name of God. So much innocent blood has been shed, so much strife sown between men whom God intended to live in peace as brothers. You broach a tragic subject and a shameful blot in the history of humanity with powerful and vivid writing. Thank you for sharing this work.
Written with deep feelings. Very heart-touching poem on a tragedy that shakes the soul of humanity. The historical significance of this tragedy hasn't lessened a bit over centuries. The grief is as fresh as it was on the fatal day.
It is really a tragic story.There is nothing more brutal when an innocent child is killed.In our language also we have terms- -SURA and ASHURA..Sura means gods whose abode is heaven.They have heavenly qualities.ASHURA means demons who have demonic qualities.There is always a fight between suras and Asura Love, kindness, sympathy and brotherhood are the most basic tenets of all religions.There is much strife in the society because people fail to understand this Thank you S.zaynub Kamoonpuri tor letting me know about your new post.
Can anyone imagine Imam Husein n Rubab's sorrow when with parched lips their 6mnth babe begged for water yet tyrants threw at his tender neck a three-pronged arrow making him the youngest martyr in karbala's slaughter! .......heartrending depiction. Very painful event. Brilliant poem shared with poet's note.Thanks for sharing.