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The Spirit of Imam Hussein (A.S) in War

By Iqbal Suleiman

The Master P.B.U.H prayed a martyrs prayer “ I would like to fight in God’s cause and then get martyred and then come to life and  then get martyred and then come to life and then get martyred and then come to life and then get martyred and then come to life…….”

The Angels led by Gabriel P.B.U.H replied in response to the prayer of the Master P.B.U.H “Amen. Amen. Amen”.

I am the manifestation of the Master’s prayer. I am Hussein

 

I could never rest in Paradise

I could never resist joining the fight

For freedom, justice and human dignity

Against tyrants, oppressors and the powers that be

 

I am Hussein

I will not die

I am suspended

Between earth and sky

 

Know this of my spirit

As I meander between heaven and earth

It was not paradise that I sought

But rather truth, freedom and justice

 

The Angels tried to hold me back but then I saw

The blood of little girls reaching heaven’s door

And the deathly cries from the school at Shajareh

Ya Aba Abdullah, Ya Aba Abdullah! Ya Aba Abdullah!

 

This massacre was such a monstrous atrocity

That made all the Angels in heaven cry

165 little girls gathered around my mother Zahra

As I looked at her, she nodded to me

 

Whenever the innocent blood of children flows

It joins the blood of the Prophets family

The blood of the little ones in Shajareh

Flows with the blood of little Ali Asghar

 

Stop, listen deeply with your ear

There’s a mystical sound in the air

Among the fearless revolutionary guards

Look for me and you will find me there

 

I flow in the blood of the revolutionary’s vein

I echo in the thoughts of his brain

He thinks of me and he becomes me

He listens to his heartbeat and he hears me

 

As the bombs rain down and the bullets fly

When little limbs are crushed and the baby cries

Know that I will be rushing in

To defend all the innocent children

 

In the ghettoes of Gaza

And the streets of Bekaa

I am your comrade

Wherever you are

 

You know the fate of my enemy

Doomed and destined for ignominy

Tyrants beware wherever you are

I will be rushing to you with Zulfikar

 

My roots are firm in earth’s strongest tree

From the martyred earth of Muhammad and Ali

From the leader at Badr

And the champion at Khaybar

 

When your father is Hayder

And your mother is Zahra

There is nothing else that you can be

But the leader of all revolutionaries

 

I will forever haunt you

Oh you Tyrants, Oppressors and baby killers

Racist, Capitalist and Colonizers

Imperialist’s cowboys and vampiric settlers

 

I will forever taunt you

Oh you who brought the war

To a noble people innocent

To a great country independent

 

In the darkness of the night

You will shiver, shake and sweat

Every night sleepless in fright

And in the morn your bed is wet

 

I am Hussein

I will haunt you and taunt you

I am Hussein

I will never leave you

 

I am Hussein

I will remind you

Of ever baby that you killed

And all the innocent blood that you spilled

 

The Lincoln carrier wads along the sea

Symbolizing Imperial might and invincibility

It’s on fire now, watch it flee

Look around and you’ll see me

 

In the waters of the Strait

I patrol, close and wait

Come and open it if you dare

Know for sure you will find me there

 

The raging sound of your Epic Fury!

Won’t scare this beloved son of Ali

Remember what the Master said of me

I am of Hussein and Hussein is of me

 

Wherever people are resisting tyranny

Look around and you will see me

Wherever they resist the Imperial army

Look around and you will see me

 

Oh freedom fighters wherever you are

Every day for you is Ashura

Oh freedom fighters wherever you are

You are walking on the fields of Karbala

 

The sons of Muhammad and Ali

Will never bow down to Trump or Bibi

So save yourself eternal misery

And run, run, run back to your country

 

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