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A Tree That Bleeds

by salmabanu-hatim

Have you seen a tree weep, Not tears from it drop, But, real blood. Since 1200 years ago on the day of Ashura, The day of martyrdom of Imam Hussain at Kerbala, Mourns a big old fir tree, In the Zarabad village,near the Ghazwin city in Iran. Hussain was brutally martyred, His head slain and hung on a spear! Paraded  through the streets of Kufa, So he could save Islam. This fir tree, in the morning of Ashura performs a miracle, It sheds tears of blood, Which trickle down from its branches and leaves. It's not paint or water colour, For the drops smell of blood. If a tree can mourn Hussain, How can we be left out, On that day tens of thousand gather around the tree to mourn Hussain, Many critically ill come for sole purpose to be cured by the holy blood. With Hussain's death truth prevailed, Islam prevailed.
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Written by
salmabanu-hatim
72 / F / Tanzania
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Sep 21, 2018
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2m
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The tree is still there in Iran

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