I’ve been sitting on this poem for a while, wondering if I should share or not. It’s not a masterpiece by any stretch of the imagination, but I finally decided that’s the point of a blog, to share quickly and easily. It doesn’t necessarily have to be great.
On the field of Karbala
See it all, count har bala.
Can a follower of the faith of ar -Rahim
go and kill the grandson of al-Amin?
Who cries for the beloved of the beloved of God?
Where is now the name of Yazid?
Given in each and every masjid?
Ya Hasan! Ya Husayn! is the reply.
Which of these wonders would you deny?
Who cries for the beloved of the beloved of God?
Denied to him was âb hayat kâ.
Given to him was âb jannat kâ.
Stand with him on the field oh momineen!
Stand with the blessed Abu Zayn al-Abideen!
Who cries for the beloved of the beloved of God?
“There’s a Muslim! Kill them all!”
Is this the time before the fall?
In the name of Allah they raise their arm
to cause a brother and sister to come to harm.
Who cries for the beloved of the beloved of God?
Nice work. I like the sentiment very much. Reminds me of “Killing Flies” by Khaled Abou el Fadl. The poem has all the punch of a short essay, but forces you to think even more.