By Saqib Hussain:

Ashura

The angels are overcome with sorrow

And cannot bear to see the innocent’s plight

Silence is pierced by grief of those left behind

In all of history, this must be the darkest night

The desert looks at itself in shock

Innocent blood and tears are soaked in its sands

By murdering the family of the Prophet

They have the Prophets own blood on their hands

The sun is hiding, scared to come out

In the darkness of such sadness it is drowned

How can it shine on the scattered pieces of the innocent

Where can these people of light be found

But now the loved ones have died

And the remaining innocents are tied in chains

From this night, the world will remember forever

The sacrifice, and martyrdom, of Imam Hussain.