 one is the death will we see a dome in Baqi one is the death could we recite siara staring at Fooshra one is the death in Baqi it's beautiful and amazing and we see them of the utmost examples, exemplars on how we should love but there's one lady till today she weeps and she's still alone she's given away four sons and yet she calls out for Imam al-Hussein I have slept countless sleepless nights as my tears I weep not able to comfort my tears at myself, at myself even my shadow at myself was once raised by many pillars my only beauty in its mirror Abbas and his be absent, be king to my shadow I'm so un, there's no light I'm left drawing my son's shadow draw out for me his shadow that I am sunless alone know that there will pretend that my son I set him to bat yet when he is gone and so not a tear in my eyes not knowing how much I would cry thinking I'm smiling a poet comes to he says umul of sorrow speak as the tears of a mother Fooshra sent him go and alone her son is the blood within her veins what happened of Karbala my children only Hussein was born with death upon his tongue in that desert alone children of it waves its dust showered by arrows Zainab world and men's eyes Suha shadow shimmer's love Haida Karbala's dust with my son's blood now of my grief and pain every time I think of him Mashem's moon I sent him for Hussein to an early tomb I raised him so Hussein's name in his heart's a tune were cut for his banner