I'm the Oppressed Hussain

I’m the oppressed Hussain

I’m the deprived Hussain

 

My children were butchered in front of my eyes

My brother was killed in the heat now he lies

On my own back, I did carry their corpses

In my arms, I watched my Asghar die

 

I’m the oppressed Hussain

I’m the deprived Hussain

 

The light of my eyes, got an arrow in his heart

My brother’s son, Qasim, his pieces were not large

Tears of blood, I’ve cried in Karbal from the start

Was gifted arrows and gashes to my heart

 

I’m the oppressed Hussain

I’m the deprived Hussain

 

Just wait and look at what they’ll do to my body

The horses shall trample, they will not be sorry

Oh mother your gifted cloak, they will tear apart

My grandfather’s ring, they will cut from my fingers

 

I’m the oppressed Hussain

I’m the deprived Hussain

 

Oh Mother, they cut off both arms of my Abbas

My body shivers thinking he fell from his horse

How did he support his fall, when he fell Mother

He fell on his face, the arrow dug in his heart

 

I’m the oppressed Hussain

I’m the deprived Hussain

 

Just look at this dust covering my hands and face

For your love Allah, much more pain I can face

They can chop me into pieces if they want

Your love and submission to you I’ll still chase.

 

I’m the oppressed Hussain

I’m the deprived Hussain

By Isha Haider