Salam ALkam Everyone,

How is everyone doing today? (Inshallah well)

I would like to share a poem with all of you hope you all enjoy


My son cried and cooed in thirst Tears so dry and cooes so cursed My son so precious nothing would reimburse Oh Abdullah, for ismaeel zam zam burst If this here sand, was water I would dive headfirst If my blood, was water I would surely disperse Abdullah there is no choice, to the enemy we coerce I cradle you with my arms, your face, so pretty If they have a single strand of emotion they will pity Oh child, sweet smile, where is the humanity To let you die in thirst is just insanity There hearts, like rock, ice cold, full of vanity My son, we are not destined to return to the holy city To the enemy we travel, destiny is but gritty Face to Face with yazids army, your lips are drying “This child has done you no harm” I was crying You smiled, moved your tongue over your dry lips, my heart is frying Yazids Army, feel so sorrow, tears of grieve and plenty weeping So close, I feel the thirst has reached its latter, now you are dying Oh curse you archer, how insane and inhumane, you leave me prying Oh son, you died in my hands, kissed martyrdom while smiling.


May Allah Bless alll of you and keep you all safe.