Saudi Artist Alicia Ali Composes Poetry on Martyrdom of Arabian Icon Imam Hussain

Zainab's Sigh poem demonstrates under the MBS Vision 2030 reforms, Saudis enjoy more freedom of religion

Zainab’s Sigh – Poetry in commemoration of Yawm e Ashura

Jeddah (RAHNUMA) Under the MBS Vision 2030 reforms, residents of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia enjoy far greater religious and artistic freedoms. As Saudi Arabia rehabilitates its relations with Iraq, more Saudi poets then ever before are freely composing and reciting poetry dedicated to the grandson of the Holy Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him – Imam Hussain. Imam Hussain as well as Her Exalted Highness Lady Fatima Al Zahra, sole legal heir and daughter of the Prophet Muhammad, are being reclaimed by Saudis more this year then ever before, as Saudi Arabian icons.

This shift shows a new cultural evolution taking place in the kingdom which is evidence of increased freedoms.  This cultural change is also telling of a new idea possibly emerging from the Kingdom which bifurcates the First Family of Islam, from foreign ideas like Iran’s dangerous Wiliyat i-Faqih doctrine and other forms of religious and political extremism which are destabilizing the region.

In the spirit of commemoration of Aashura, and the martyrdom of the Arabian Imam Hussain, we came across poetry by Canadian-Saudi resident poet Alicia Ali, which honors the family of the Prophet Muhammad and reminds us of his struggle against false political ideas.  We decided to publish the poem with permission of Alicia Ali for our readers.

Zainab’s Sigh by Alicia Ali

Poetry in commemoration of Yawm e Ashura Zainab’s SighHowling winds of a desert skyPin drop silenceI hear children cryIn a thirsty campZainab’s sighMy Hussain Our HussainMy Hussain Our HussainAn eerie silence of sorrowful starsScreeching winds heard afarResounding hooves rupture stillnessPlagued savages of metaphysical illnessPanting breaths of a desolate landscapeRuqqiah clings to Rabab’s capeSeventy two heartbeats drum in unisonMy Hussain Our HussainMy Hussain Our HussainEvery grain witnesses painTigris and Kufa weep in shameSkies shed tears of crimson rainAbbas’ limbs dismembered and slainWater for enfants his sole aimHis flag has risen so to remainAll in worship not questioning whyHeads bowed to Him The Most HighTomorrow our destiny to valiantly dieYazid’s triumph, a colossal lieAn constant chorus resounds our heartsMy Hussain Our HussainMy Hussain Our HussainNight descendsLoyalists huddleDimmed lanternsan empty suckleAal e Muhammad’s dauntless struggle Baby Asghar Ismail’s prideShahr Banu an enviable brideSajjad son of royal hegemonySaviour to Hussain’s noble progenyDevotional prayersThe Imam leadsSukayna witnesses her heart pleadsFather may I join you- I your steedOn the Eve of AshuraAs witnessed by Aal TatheeraHur with the forty initially forcefulGuilt and shame repenting remorseful Accedes to submissionMawla Janem forgive us of omission Consciousness sharpened to finest precision Awakend humanity a Divine decisionMen and Women of unattainable gloryKarbala etched as an epic grand storyHistory stained with Hassan’s HussainMy Hussain Our HussainMy Hussain Our HussainSunset pursued by a sacred sermonSilent pleas meditative hymnsFifty four devotees upon unswerving limbsEighteen members from Banu HashimA mark of unrivalled chivalryEternally dissolved miseryEchoing Labbaik all for His sakeLove we claim never to forsakeThis life but oneFor you Janem A thousand and one a thousand and oneTears of hunger to desperate criesReverberating aloud a million sighsA bloodied baby returned to his motherJoining the ranksof his elder brotherFather cry not as you meet with this fateWe await you with Haiderat heaven’s gateIn ecstasy you fought like The Lion of GodAssisted by Habib and the ZulfiqaarAl Zahra lamented with every arrowMy son whose death brings me sorrowThis last breath a victorious tomorrowYour death is humanity’s forgotten victoryInked in history you are truth’s legacyYou shifted the cosmos forever eternally——Fatiha

Posted by Qudra Healing on Saturday, August 29, 2020

Howling winds of a desert sky
Pin drop silence
I hear children cry
In a thirsty camp
Zainab’s sigh
My Hussain Our Hussain
My Hussain Our Hussain

An eerie silence of sorrowful stars
Screeching winds heard afar
Resounding hooves rupture stillness
Plagued savages of metaphysical illness
Panting breaths of a desolate landscape
Ruqqiah clings to Rabab’s cape
Seventy two heartbeats drum in unison
My Hussain Our Hussain
My Hussain Our Hussain

Every grain witnesses pain
Tigris and Kufa weep in shame
Skies shed tears of crimson rain
Abbas’ limbs dismembered and slain
Water for enfants his sole aim
His flag has risen so to remain
All in worship not questioning why
Heads bowed to Him The Most High
Tomorrow our destiny to valiantly die
Yazid’s triumph, a colossal lie
An constant chorus resounds our hearts
My Hussain Our Hussain
My Hussain Our Hussain

Night descends
Loyalists huddle
Dimmed lanterns
an empty suckle
Aal e Muhammad’s dauntless struggle
Baby Asghar Ismail’s pride
Shahr Banu an enviable bride
Sajjad son of royal hegemony
Saviour to Hussain’s noble progeny
Devotional prayers
The Imam leads
Sukayna witnesses her heart pleads
Father may I join you- I your steed
On the Eve of Ashura
As witnessed by Aal Tatheera
Hur with the forty initially forceful
Guilt and shame repenting remorseful
Accedes to submission
Mawla Janem forgive us of omission
Consciousness sharpened
to finest precision
Awakend humanity a Divine decision
Men and Women of unattainable glory
Karbala etched as an epic grand story
History stained with Hassan’s Hussain
My Hussain Our Hussain
My Hussain Our Hussain

Sunset pursued by a sacred sermon
Silent pleas meditative hymns
Fifty four devotees upon unswerving limbs
Eighteen members from Banu Hashim
A mark of unrivalled chivalry
Eternally dissolved misery
Echoing Labbaik all for His sake
Love we claim never to forsake
This life but one For you Janem
A thousand and one a thousand and one

Tears of hunger to desperate cries
Reverberating aloud a million sighs
A bloodied baby
returned to his mother
Joining the ranks of his elder brother
Father cry not as you meet with this fate
We await you with Haider at heaven’s gate
In ecstasy you fought like The Lion of God
Assisted by Habib and the Zulfiqaar
Al Zahra lamented with every arrow
My son whose death brings me sorrow
This last breath a victorious tomorrow
Your death is humanity’s forgotten victory
Inked in history you are truth’s legacy
You shifted the cosmos forever eternally
– Fatiha

Perhaps, the most important of lessons one can learn from Hussain and his family is that of perseverance and sacrifice. After all it was Mahatma Gandhi who once said, “If I had an army like the 72 soldiers of Hussain, I would have won freedom for India in 24 hours.”

Alicia Ali, is a Canadian-Saudi author, and a interdisciplinary artist, published poet/poetess. Like the venerable Khwaja Moinuddin Chisti of Ajmer, she descends from the biological children of the Arabian Prophet Muhammad peace and blessings be upon him, from the eleventh Husaynid Imam Hasan Al-Askari. She is authorized to instruct in multiple Arabian spiritual traditions within Islam, and she has formal ijazah from her teachers to heal, initiate, guide, impart teachings and transmit Arabic litany known as Dhikr. She is an adherent of the Mevlevi Order of Mevlana Rumi. Mevlana Rumi was a philosopher and mystic poet of Islam with Arabian origins, descended paternally from the Quraysh tribe. His philosophy advocated unlimited tolerance, positive reasoning, goodness, magnanimous charity and conscious awareness through love. Alicia’s poetry, axioms and art can be accessed on her Instagram @qudrahealing and her books can be found and purchased here at Amazon.com

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