humanity’s story
from beginning to end
is written in pages
no human can amend
from where did we come
and to where shall we go
there are so many details
that only One can know
but I do not need
to know the whole plot
for my heart is lost
on the same spot
in the sands of Iraq
under the blazing sun
I find deep conviction
in the promise of One
at the feet of my Imam
in love with Husayn
the pathway to pleasure
is riddled with pain
so I’ll saddle my horse
once again I must ride
in the comfort of friends
I can no longer hide
to distant shores I must travel
miles to go before sleep
to offer what I have
for my life is not cheap
I will only spend it
on a life without fear
in the abiding trust
he is always near
my Husayn come with me
please stand by my side
so that my studies and labors
will fill you with pride
the tears I have cried
inspire my work
fighting against whispers
that always lurk
Muslim scholars once studied
more than just their own faith
so embracing diversity
should not feel unsafe
a false choice to choose
between mosque and the world
when in history’s pages
Husayn’s flag was unfurled
for the whole world’s a stage
and we can never forget
the scene of 680
when two armies met
one was for truth
filled with family and friends
and the other for falsehood
seeking the basest of ends
and even though death
fell hard upon the first
it left this seeker
with an undying thirst
as if Husayn’s absence
is a void in human life
that can only be filled
in that land without strife
so what can you give me
o people of Earth
instead of showing me Husayn
you offer far less in worth
I was created for Heaven
and my Lord set the price
my life for His Gifts
I don’t have to think twice
no matter how much I travel
or read or love
nothing will slake me
except my Master above
at the end of my days
with nothing left to give
I hope I’ll look back
at the life I choose to live
and see how Husayn
gave me both earth and sky
and promised me victory
through every tear I cry
even though the end seems far
soon it will come
and I pray for acceptance
at the work I will have done
my dreams can be found
near gardens and rivers that flow
but I will only get there
by being fearless here below
Dear Friend, Salaams, Alf mabrook to you and du’as for your success. Iltemase du’a Mohamed Husayn Rajmohamed
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Thank you very much!
“my dreams can be found
near gardens and rivers that flow
but I will only get there
by being fearless here below”.
Beautiful.
Congratulations David! May good come out of your work, and may you enjoin others towards good through your work, in the tradition of the Prophet (saws) and his family!
Zahra
Ameen! Thanks so much!
Mubarak on the decision!
May your move be blessed and full of ease InshaAllah!
Ameen!
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