 I had to witness her beloved father, Imam Hussein, departing. She asked him, will I picture you, oh father, in my head? Because I've already drawn you in the tears that I shed. Heed the words of an orphan, you leave behind your children, and I've already drawn you in the tears that I shed. My eyes they gaze upon your face and your features they retrace before he leaves. And if I forgot your beauty, what memories would I embrace? Father, know in your absence no hand shall soothe my grievance, no hand to wipe the tears I shed, or soothe me with its presence. If I must live as an orphan, if I must live as an orphan, I'll draw my father often with my own tears of grief as ink, and my wails as my pen. When in my sadness I will draw you on my father, and remember that I was once your daughter, my wounds shall remain open. You leave behind your children. I asked you before you left, oh father, do orphans forget what their father looks like? Tell me, for this alone I have wept before you left, oh father, did you not but once ponder that our fatherless children kept safe by the world they wander? I am scared if they struck your head and Hussein rivers you bled. What will they do to his children? Father, my future I dread, I know that if hurt I'll cry out your sweet name, and recall the times I was hurt, and you came to me running you would come. You leave behind your children. I hold you, and you hold me, by the warmth of your body. My heart flutters in its comfort, nothing but beauty I see. Do you know what your warmth brings? I feel an angel's wings protecting me like a mountain, and lullabies to me it sings, torn from me is this fortress, and it leaves me in distress, and if a daughter is distressed she awaits her father's kiss. All I want from you, father, is a cuddle, and if you want your daughter you can cradle. My comfort it all became a dream. You leave behind your children. Father, I've lost all patience, I can't live in your absence. You hear your daughter's heart breaking, and yet you remain at a distance. Father my heart is breaking, father my soul is screaming, we were like one, and you left me. Your daughter's heart is aching. For your father do you care? Of my grief, of my grief are you aware? Can my name from your memory away so quickly you tear? In all of this I'm still trying to remember how you look like. How you once were a father. I wish that your face I'd have drawn. You live behind your children. So will I picture your father in my head? Because I've already drawn you in the tears that I shed. Heed the words of an orphan. You leave behind your children. I've already drawn you in the tears that I shed. Allahumma salli ala Muhammadin wa alaikum. We send our blessings and salams to Fatima Ali as we know everything that we say salam to in this world must reply back to us, and I have no doubt that when we say salam, not just to Imam Hussein, but even to his beloved daughter Fatima Ali, she replies back with her salams, and we try to comfort her as much as we can in this troubling time. Said Ali, thank you for joining me. I believe we have some Latinas for us, inshallah. If you can please introduce your poem, inshallah we can begin the lamentation. So inshallah this is a poem written by our dear friend and colleague Imsaidah Khudamani. It's a new poem which is about Sayyid al-Ruqaya speaking and asking for the helpers on the day of Ashuran afterwards and the masat that happened during that time and what she went through from her perspective. So this is a poem written by our dear brother Saidah Khudamani. When I'm in need my uncle, he comes running When I'm in need my uncle, he comes running That's his role solely to serve his noble king If he's dead, then I call to the king's king The king's king Tuna Jeff plead Tuna Jeff plead And hear my screams Hear my screams She calls Haidar She calls Haidar Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Who does she call I'm bus no more Who does she call I'm bus no more She calls Haidar She calls Haidar My lips have dried like bone water iron Oh the thirst may tougher as the sun burns My lips have dried like bone water iron Oh the thirst may tougher as the sun burns I need water, my throat feels cut To him I turn, to him I turn Will he return Will he return Filled with concern Filled with concern She calls Haidar She calls Haidar Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Who does she call I'm bus no more Who does she call I'm bus no more She calls Haidar She calls Haidar I wave to the flag bearer sat in the sand Why does he not respond or does he stand And I wave to the flag bearer sat in the sand Why does he not respond or does he stand That's so strange at least way back Where are your hands, where are your hands I'm not thirsty I'm not thirsty Oh uncle breathe Oh uncle breathe She calls Haidar She calls Haidar Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Who does she call I'm bus no more Who does she call I'm bus no more She calls Haidar She calls Haidar Now I look and feel faint at the river How can my uncle I bus be no longer Now I look and feel faint at the river How can my uncle I bus be no longer If only I knew the choice Him or water Him or water Uncle awake Uncle awake And with hearts break And with hearts break She calls Haidar She calls Haidar Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Who does she call I'm bus no more Who does she call I'm bus no more She calls Haidar She calls Haidar Hey I'm just young but these grown men My cheeks they beat My earrings they took so hard I start to bleed Yallah Hey I'm just young but these grown men My cheeks they beat My earrings they took so hard I start to bleed If my uncle was stood here This wouldn't be This wouldn't be Oh please come back Oh please come back They whip my back They whip my back She calls Haidar She calls Haidar Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Who does she call I'm bus no more Who does she call I'm bus no more She calls Haidar She calls Haidar As I march through these streets My hands in chains My hands in chains It cuts through the burns I have a severe pain A severe pain My uncle lanes burnt by the sun Left four days Left four days And what burns more Hey what burns more This saw the door This saw the door She calls Haidar She calls Haidar Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Ruqayyes Loneliness And silence fills the darkness Who does she call I'm bus no more Who does she call I'm bus no more She calls Haidar She calls Haidar Allahumma salli ala Muhammadin wa ala Alaykum Thank you, you saved that wonderful presentation Insha'Allah we're looking forward to spending more nice with you and hearing some more beautiful eulogies by Mashallah what seems to be of the through a wonderful young poets may Allah bless them and keep them Insha'Allah we will be back at the same time tomorrow we are here every single night until the eve of Ashura starting at around 10 p.m. U.K. time with welcome to Karaballah a show where you can call in and send your salams to Imam Hussein A.S. to be followed by Ziyarat Ashra live and Sa'id by Sayyid al-Haqeem and then myself as well presenting with Sayyid A.Nawab where we are examining the story the journey of Imam Hussein from Medina to Karaballah and what we can pick up from it and what lessons we should be taking from it to better our lives in these 10 days of Muharram and Insha'Allah together on this journey myself, my guests and you at home wherever you are in the world we'll be trying to better ourselves and trying to understand how to better ourselves in the context of Imam Hussein's revolution insha'Allah see you again tomorrow As-Salaamu Alaikum