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Every Day is Karbala and Every Land Karbala
The sky wept, the earth
mourned The winds roared. The inevitable had taken place, The tears shed in all's face. The ground shook, the earth opened, The heat from magma charred. The deafening sound of silence, The climax of violence. The fire burned, the abodes sintered, The occupants left ravaged. The inevitable had taken place, The act had started in Saqifa, Began in Medina The day Fatima cried out for Fizza, Asking to be lifted up, Slowly she said, Cause Mohsin was shaheed, O Hussain How many went before you? Fatima stood in your turban, with your sword, And your cloak around her heavenly body, By your grave O Prophet, Hands raised to Curse To reveal the enemy, The foundations of Nabbawi were uprooted, But Salman sent by Ali, Gave the ummah another chance, They chose to slaughter Hussain. Zainab your pain is unbearable, Fatima was desolate without her father, How did you survive without Hussain, Abbas could not witness your demise And we your shia curse Saqifa's fate.
