By an anonimous poet:

Remembering Hussein

The 72 fought the enemies with dark souls

After generations, Hussein has people inspired,

Hearts are changed to bliss from nightly ghouls

This is why even the worst have Hussein admired.

The route was changed and intentions were made

Zainab stood up, whilst Abbas led the army of the pure,

Generations later, Hussein doesn’t seem to fade

Even then, Hussein’s shrine is the only purest cure.

Each soul fought until Hussein stood lonely and alone

From one tent to another, water was not shared,

Enemies didn’t feel for Hussein, hearts made from rock stone

Yazid to Hurmallah, no one was there to even have cared.

Zuljanah looked for water, Abbas looked for hope

Zainab and Sakina looked at Akber for a moment of peace,

72 against thousands, how did they eventually cope?

But the enemies fought, thousands upon increase.

Enemies searched for power, thirsty for evil lust

But Hussein fought bravely, Islam was saved,

But before Hussein, Abbas fought, enemies had to adjust

Then Zainab entered, and that is when men were behaved.

Angels queue in heavens to pay their ultimate respects

This wasn’t Jesus, this was Hussein, a knight so brave,

Kerbala is for the pure with powerful positive effects

Sacrifice for mankind, this is what Hussein certainly gave.

We imagine ourselves next to the shrine of the holy ones

Then we remember Fatema and her patience shining so bright,

There were numbers killed, from daughters to only sons

But nothing stops us from remembering Ashura, this is why i write…