A migration of Nobles
Very few in number
Led by the courageous
Noble of the Noblest
Unwilling to surrender
To tyranny and falsehood.
Filled with bottomless pain
Of Torment and anguish,
Installed with Faith, decides
To leave the Blessed City
Of his Beloved Grandfather
Peace be upon him.
Having circumambulated
The Holy Cube, and after,
Taking a final view
Of his venerable
Mother’s gravesite
He was ready to face savagery.
O’ Beloved Grandson,
Thou wasn’t leading
An army, but only
Members of the Household
Thou hated bloodshed, hence,
Preferred to leave, than engage.
This was no ordinary
Journey of migration
It was a mission
To keep distinction
Of Truth and falsehood,
Of Right and Wrong.
In service and homage
To the Illuminating Message
The Imam chose
To offer himself
Instead of the entire
Set of Believers.
Untrained and unarmed
Few against many
A Noble Family, Loyal Companions
Filled with Faith and Courage
Against a ruthless army,
We’re ready for Supreme sacrifice.
On the tenth of the First
Lunar month
To protect annihilation of Truth
The Caravan parked
In the scorching desert
Was to witness unknown bravery…
The blazing Sun
Was shying to rise
The Morning Star was
Refusing to set
Nature was in rebellion
To do and stop, what followed…
The water table
In revolt, hearing the cries
Of the infant
Lay in wait to burst
Through the toughest crest,
If only The Imam would ask…
For centuries and much more…
Water continues to mourn, weep,
For not being called out,
In protest it bursts often,
Its boundaries, as
Tsunamis and floods.
But those called upon
To Honour the Message
Yield not to persecution
The Flag bearer announced
The resolve
By embracing martyrdom.
The tongues were parched
But the Soul was Soaked
In the dry desert,
With streams of dedication
Moistened were eyes
With purposive Belief.
Cowards got the infant
Hoping to crumble
The determination
Nay, it grew in strength
The Brave Imam rode out
Into the ranks of the foe.
Arrows flew lavishly
Upon him, The jugular vein bursted,
The gushing warm blood
Fertiled the desert sand
The arid desert bowed,
In humility and submission.
The ensuing savagery
Is unparalleled in human history,
The slayers thought they could,
entomb ,Forever, The Message
Their heathen souls instead
Burn in the inferno of mire of misdeeds.
Men, women and children
Slaughtered with ferocity
Viciousness and sadism
Lay scattered in smouldering heat.
Devoid of funerary rites
They lie fresh below.
The Lady of strength
Gathered the remains
Of the Family,
Living and martyred,
And marched with Honour
By speech she decimated the enemy.
Any claims of monopoly
Upon the Imam
Needs rebuttal,
Hussein belongs to Humanity,
Hussein is much mine,
As I am of Hussein.
In the martyrisation
Of Hussein and Family
The Message survived
As per His Will,
We avenge by remembrance
of Imam Hussein.
10th Muharram ul Haram, 1446 A.H. Karachi
