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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