Muharram 2014

A certain feel in the atmosphere
Has reminded me why Islam is still here
Had it not been for his sacrifice
Who knows if truth would still be alive 
 
The hearts have softened..
The eyes have become moist by tears..
The blood in our veins boil...
Even after all these years he is remembered
Lying in pain beneath the soil 
 
Arrows all over his body
Tents on fire
Kids screaming 
What is all this 
Why is he bleeding?!?
 
All this because he wanted justice
He wanted the message of Islam to be known 
The message of humanity and equality
The one who said, remember me when the truth becomes sad and alone..
 
It is the month of Muharram..
The month of sacrifice and morals
Our bodies are dressed in black and..
Our hearts are dressed in sorrow
 
A battle, not of the who the last one standing will be... 
But of keeping the message alive..
Still,
One question remains on my mind,
 
Will he reappear today, or tomorrow?
Our only hope, the promised truth,
Bring justice and coolness to our eyes..
Avenge the one for whom we cry!
O Mahdi, come soon... please rise!

By Ala Al-Eidan