ya Husayn
my baby is asleep
the night is quiet
a little warm
but there is no thirst here
blessing upon blessing
uncountable
my mind wanders to desert sands
burning and pain
tears and longing
how history treated you differently
there was no quiet for rest
there was where innocence was lost
the young who witnessed the slaughter
had no earthly hope for redress
trauma met only with certainty
tribulation met only with perseverance
i can only hope that my children
use their comfort and ease
to light Husayni fires
and invite all to share
in the light and warmth
you have given us
the undying hope
that dispels all darkness
ya Husayn

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