In the sacred realm of time's embrace,
Where Muharram's days find their place,
A journey starts, both mourn and reflect,
In solemn ways, hearts genuflect.

Amidst the echoes of ancient lore,
A tale unfolds, a truth to restore,
Where valor clashed with the oppressor's might,
In the battle's shadows, courage took flight.

A legacy kept, through ages long,
Preserving essence, a sacred song,
From whispered verses to silent scrolls,
The truth endures, as history unfolds.

Yet, some shadows seek to distort,
With veiled lies, they aim to exhort,
Fabrications woven into the fray,
To hide the truth, lead hearts astray.

But steadfast souls stay true and strong,
In the face of change, they right the wrong,
With wisdom gleaned from ancient art,
They guard the essence, they won't depart.

In moments dark, their light will shine,
Upholding sanctity, a sacred sign,
Through trials faced, they'll persevere,
To keep the truth forever near.

And as the cycles of time renew,
In Muharram's days, the story's true,
In hidden verses, hearts shall seek,
The timeless lessons they'll still speak.

It's the sixth of Muharram
and we just cried about
Qasim
The little hall is getting fuller,
but my inhaler's there to rescue
when it wasn't there to save
Sakina
from the flames at Sham-e-Ghariba
Or help to heal As-Sajjad
and make him a bit stronger.

The tension's rising, because I
have never been, and Iraq is
in so much undeserved trouble
And the mosque's gotta close
by twelve or the authorities'll
get to ya.
And we don't want that to happen.

The saf is rushed, and words pronounced wrong
seven year old's are joining the adult one
even though they know they're too short
because no one's taught 'em how to do it

It's gham time and the Maulana's
rushing it, quickening the masaib
so as not to go overtime

Sitting and observing
and trying to see it as an
outsider
It's all so beautiful
the tears for goodness and the
community spirit
We're not terrorists trying to
take over the world
We're Hussainis, try'na
help it