Come See
In shame I have bowed my head The Master of Martyrs, I’ve yet to visit By Hussayn, I have lived and learned In the flame of his existence, I burn Yet his shrine remains unknown to me The birds above him are found more worthy His shrine is my home in these holy nights My heart is far and awaits his sacred invite A gathering of hearts is being hosted I am left behind like a soldier wounded I will sacrifice anything for this A whole lifetime of joy and bliss If it means my death on his holy road Or my last breath at the gates of his holy dome If he is my master and I am his servant Then what kind of servant won’t he let visit? Yet I serve him because I know of his mercy And every year, he blesses me with his ceremonies So somehow even from afar, he let me in I came and saw the horrors done to his holy kin
Come see… come see… even if you have already What Karbala has done to the Prophet’s family
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A young girl is paraded in desert and fear Above her is her father’s head on a spear She is in chains and is beaten So she looks at the heavens “O’ Zahraa, I have your bruises! Does this mean death toward me rushes?” She walks and speaks silently to her father Never looking at what is above her Her tears are quick to dry on the sand This sun’s heat is too much to withstand She silences her cries when they whip her She knows her aunt Zaynab is under pressure She holds her hijab tightly around her head “O’Father, come see what they did! O Father, come see me and let me see you By the right of Fatima, I want to come too”
Come see… come see… even if you have already What they did to Ruqaya and how she was set free
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A woman in court is fierce and zealous Her voice alone will lift Khybar’s fortress Her hijab is her steel and iron armor You wouldn’t know if it was her or Haydar You wouldn’t know she had just been hit Or that her two sons were just martyred You won’t see her fall apart and crumble Her heart has held tight onto the firmest handle What is in her heart for her to remain steady? Her beloved Imam is beheaded mercilessly Her brothers, sons, and nephews, all killed But her voice is unshaken, breath uninterrupted In battle, she sits next to her Imam-breathless “O Allah please accept this sacrifice from us.” In Kufa, she reminds those with empty promises Of who her brother, mother, father, and grandfather is Of the greatest mistake to ever make And that is to leave Wilayah for comforts’ sake
Come see… come see… even if you have already How Zaynab is the reason for Hussayn’s victory
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On the path to Hussayn, you will see a mother Who has no more sons left to offer Her entire motherhood thrived off martyrdom Her selfless Abbas is proof of her wisdom She saw the grace that comes with serving The honor that comes with death and suffering When she asks and begs, “What about Hussayn?” She confirms she gave everything before he is slain She ensures all that she had is now given Nothing is worth having if the Imam has fallen The woman who is a mother to no sons Will assist you in giving with no question The mother of Abbas is your teacher Her hijab is the flag her son raised higher Follow her and she will know your name In you, she will set the love of Hussayn aflame She will teach you his love should come first And that it is his thirst before your thirst
Come see… come see… even if you have already Who Ummul Baneen gave away to her Imam freely
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The planes of Karbala have a crimson hue From the blood of Hussayn they create morning dew How has the world watched Hussayn fall thirsty? Near a river that begs for his forgiveness and mercy He prepares his women and children For a journey he knows won’t include him On the ground and ready to be slaughtered Is it his mother or his sister on the hill anchored “Is there no defender to defend our sanctity? Is there no one who will respond to me?” These words are for what we cry and wail And for why our tears will resist and prevail In his his farewell to those crying for water “Be patient and forbear my dear daughter” Bi Rabbil Ka’ba, his success is that of Ali’s And he takes his final breath knowing God sees His eyes on the tents and says, “O’ Allah, my family O’ Allah, don’t let them touch their holy bodies”
Come see… come see… even if you have already How they placed on a spear, the head of Hussayn Ibn Ali
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All comfort is forsaken for the Imam’s victory If not, then in your regret lies your misery To be a bystander, a watcher, a forfeiter Who left my Imam and followed my own desire Is the worst hell and the worst prison Because how do you escape your actions? Karbala is now and there is war on truth God has already clarified it for our holy youth They know truth is on the side of the oppressed And it is they who will see that glowing success Whether or not you’ve made your path Wilayah It’s the path taking you to the freedom you’re after It’s the path your Imam has called you for The one he expects you to die for with fervor The Hussayn is here now and his Muslim has come Which of us made promises we have yet to back up? The Imam is waiting for our hearts to awaken So not one more sin or one more transgression This is it, we have all seen what happens When we sit with our hands in our laps
Come see… come see… even if you have already What holy slaughter takes place when we sit idly
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