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Ashura Poem

The Day the Skies Wept Blood
  The tenth dawn of Islam's new year, Seventy-two of the  bravest who had nothing to fear, 
  Came out to battle for our pride,
  Knowing that the journey to Heaven would be their very  next ride.
  
  On the blistering sands, under the scorching sun,
  Stood the mighty Hussein, a soldier second to none,
  With the fragrance of musk, it had to be said,
  The skies of Karbala were already turning red.
  
  Every ally wanted the honor of being first,
  To drink the honey of paradise and quench their
  thirst,
  As each one's body fell on the sand and mud, 
  It was Ashura, the day the skies wept blood.
  
  A marriage in the tent during this grieving hour,
  Abdullah knew that the time was not far,
  In the attire of a groom, He set out to fight,
  Realizing the loss, Sakina cried throughout that
  night. 
  
  Abbas did not even drink a sip from the river,
  But was hit by arrows from the trees' rear,
  Hussein's final support ascended to the heavens,
  It was now only Hussein and those inhumane devils.
  
  But, Ali Akbar, the very valiant youngster the world
  has seen,   Was hit in the heart during the pinnacle of His teens,
 The face of the Prophet (SA) with blood was smeared,
  Hussein's tears completely drenched His beard.
  
  Asgar, the courageous six month old prince,
  Fought for Islam's pride without hesitance, 
  Until that heartless satan let his arrow fly,
  Young Ali Asgar's blood was taken by the sky.
  
   Hussein ibn Ali, the Noble Son, and The Greatest
  Martyr,   Stood ready to fight with absolutely no fear,
  Until a teary eyed Jibrael descended from the Heavens,
  Allah's wish is Your sacrifice Oh Highborn Eminence.
  
  Hussein happily welcomed Allah's Missive,
  Bowed down to Sajdah for the future billions,
  Zainab, cried aloud at the sight of Her mind's eye, 
  Upon witnessing Her imperial brother peacefully die.
 

Princess Sakina with Her cheeks so blue,
  From all the slapping that mad man put Her through,
  Those hellion's horses were allowed to run,
  And on the Holy Bodies, further damage was done. 
  
  Tears roll down my cheeks as I pen these verses,
  Remembering the pain of Hussein and His masses,
  But if it wasn't for Hussein we wouldn't be where
  we are,   We wouldn't be Mumins.

Source : Author is not known. One of my friend emailed me.

The Tragedy of Karbala

The Tragedy of Karbala - An amazing, short, and sad English documentary explaining the tragedy of Karbala, a tragedy occured 1370 years ago in the land of Karbala, Iraq, where the symbol of justice and peace, the grandson of Prophet Muhammed, Imam Hussain (AS), his family members, and companions were brutally and unjustly killed by the army of a dictator and an oppressor called Yazeed. This short documentary will explain the story and the reasons behind this tragedy. The Tragedy of Karbala is produced by The Right Path Video Production Team