The wounded air
In de naam van Allah, de meest Barmhartige de meest Genadevolle,
As a love letter, I leave my thirsty words at this paper
Giving all I have, for the woman whose nights have become darker
Reading about the adversities this woman had to face
I become closer to her sacrifice for Islam and her bright grace
Ashura, Zaynab around us, it is getting colder
Your brother is asking, “Is there anyone to help me?”, but there is no answer
Zaynab, was the woman who chose to cover
While standing on Hussain’s side, protecting the children from danger
How beautiful were you, standing there
Alone, searching for Hussain, under the wounded air
How strong were you, standing there
Screaming tearfully, “Where is Hussain? Where?”
While your pure and innocent tears fall on the dry dust
Oh Zaynab, in my heart you whisper the words of Divine trust
While the stones cry blood, Zaynab, you fall on your knees for the Almighty
Through Allah, you made yourself free
She has written the Divine love in my soul
Holding on, keeping my head high, she will lead me to my goal
Your tears are the beautiful ink of the black papers I read
“Oh Allah, accept this offering and reward Hussain for his deed”
Defending the religion of justice, Zaynab stood there as an unshakeable mountain
Zaynab, we cure our souls by drinking from your pure fountain
How perfect and chaste you were, my words can’t declare
My words can’t declare your emotional care
The name ‘Hussain’ was written in the broken air
Zainab, I won’t forget your stand for truth and freedom, I swear
For the woman who silently and patiently left her brother Hussain, I shed a tear
About Zaynab I will tell the world and for the Hereafter I will prepare
Correct me and take away my pen if written upon my pages is only a reason for fame,
I write about the progeny of Muhammad, dare it not go in vain
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