 I'd like to leave you with one final point in honor of our beloved 12th Imam, and indeed we pray for his reappearance. It is at the death of his father, Imam Hassan al-Asqir al-Islam that he stands, knowing that he has to undergo this journey ahead of him, perhaps the first time. Perhaps the Imam of Ahlul Bayt does not know when Allah will ordain for him to retire. He stands there by the coffin of his father, Imam Hassan al-Asqir al-Islam, and he says, Father, courage flows through my veins. Father, my revolt, it is Hussain's. Father, I'll hold faith by its reins, I'll topple tyrant's reins and ensure that justice reigns. Father, O last Hassan, but like him alone. O Hussain, without an abbas, no backbone. O Father, O last Hassan, and just like him, all alone. O Hussain, without an abbas, no backbone. We've reached the end as the ten before you had known. Hearing only Allah knows what's next. It's unknown, you leave for the next world, for the Almighty is thrown. I leave, but I remain, waiting by the black stone. To earth, both of us bid goodbye. To earth, but only one of us die. To earth, therein your body shall lie, and whilst I shall wait, I will do so with my head high. Here I stand alone, on the edge of time's end, embracing alone, and how much time alone I'll spend. My mission begins now, as time becomes my friend. Two hands to wipe my tears, my uncle Abbas shall lend, my salutations to my grandfather I send, and I say your blood shall be avenged, and your wounds I shall mend. Those wounds after me shall no more bleed. Those wounds tears they will no more need. Those wounds shall fade out, for I shall lead, a revolt that you shall heed. And Hussein shall be pleased. Father, I stand firm, and your grave I salute. Benny Esed's tree, guarding Hussein's grave, no more a mute. Maitham was tied to me. Maitham was tied to me. I know well of my root. I know more of the roots in heaven than I do of my own root. My bloodline was born in a Kaaba destitute, now one billion heads bow yearning its pursuit. I stand firm, not unlike a mountain. I stand flowing within me. A fountain I stand for those by justice smitten, for ruled by rulers bitten, to break shackles that tighten. O father, O buried one that owns the land he's buried in. Samarra glistens like the North Star with you within. When makes your golden dome explode the son of sin, I shall hold its head high with my thumb on its chin. No doubt, blood flows much in the land of the Bedouin, but I'll avenge it all. I swear by my Hashimi skin, I know that blood flows and I wade in its rivers. Blood flows and I hear all of its whimpers. Blood flows and I see all of their horrors. I feel fear of my lovers. I have faith in my believers. Father, my time it will come when ordained by our Lord. It's not in my blood that the screams of the oppressed are ignored. I sail beneath their tears, which make seas when they're poured. Every injustice, small or big, I record. For I am the justice of God, for I am the justice of God. Rest assured, evil and good are separate faces on my sword. Days pass, just like prayer beads and fingers. Days pass, unlike the sun lingers. Days pass and forgotten shall be hungers. Unforgotten God's angers. My sword yearns its forefingers. My sword yearns my forefingers. The day that the call is heard, that the truth lies with Ali. I'll appear by God's house standing beside 313. People will part for me like Musa and the Red Sea. Just like the slaves of our time, the enslaved they shall be free. The dead shall recall just how just our household would be. And the entire earth shall feed the roots of Ali's family tree. It's an oath written in the final book. It's an oath that earth by justice shall be shook. It's an oath that the eye of justice shall look. Its cloak lifted off its hook in our return. Whatever evil took, oh Father. Oh Father your mission ends, but now mine shall begin. Muhammad shall rise and destroy the idols once again. Muhammad shall rise and destroy the idols once again. I wait please with what the Lord has written with his pen because I know my 1,000 years are not worth Hussain's 10. When the Lord of the world calls my name there and then I'll begin with Hussain's name and I'll end with Amen. Oh Hussain I weep blood on his 10th day. Hussain his name it makes the whole world sway. Hussain daily by his grave I pray asking Allah if today I throw my waiting away. I throw my waiting away.