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No day like Ashura, no land like Karbala

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Mehreen-Nazerali-Versi Mehreen Nazerali Versi (Arusha, Tanzania) is a published author, an avid reader, and a poet. She wrote her book; Spectrum of Happiness when she was 18 and published it a few years later. She writes articles covering several subject areas and edits content both of academic and non-academic nature. She aims to build a community of critical readers who can read, question, and reason with content beyond what it says as plain text.

Islamic History

As the day approaches,
The skies darken in grief,
The sun bows low in agony,
The moon just sits without it’s mighty glow,
Each entity of the earth changes its course.

As the day approaches,
The waves of Furat calm down,
Let no thirsty child hear the water,
The water which is so close yet so far,
Even the waters on the earth can’t bear to hear the cries of Al Atash.

As the day approaches,
The twinkle in the stars fades away,
But there is one star shining above Najaf,
For when Imam Hussein says Ya Ali while removing the broken spear,
Did he call out to the Ali in Najaf or the one lying on the plains of Karbala?

As the day approaches,
The sand roars,
At the approaching of Habib,
And at the approaching of Hur,
And again when the horses ran left to right trampling the Holy body of Imam Hussein.

And finally when the day arrived,
Lives were given one by one,
Even a baby jumped to take an arrow,
And a little girl cried while parting from her father,
The sand of Karbala is forever stained with pure blood.

As minutes and hours passed by,
Fires were set,
Veils were snatched,
And ladies were hurt,
The heavens and earth shed tears for there is no day like Ashura and no land like Karbala.

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