 A poem titled, Are We? You can beat your chest for 10 days time and fast for 30 days. But tell me, will that be enough to have al-Hujjah look your way? Can we say that we have done enough in search of al-Qa'r? Have we tried to walk the footsteps of our holy 12 Imams? Did we truly, in his absence, abide by the two of greatest things? The Qur'an and Ahlul-Bait, through them the heavens praises, sings. Will we be a sense of pride for the Prophet and his line? Or will we be a source of pain upon the Imam of our own time? Does he walk amongst us with a smile upon his face? Does he cry for how we've strayed and think we've held their name in such disgrace? Can we claim to be the Shi'a of Ali, the lion-brave? Are we worthy of the sacrifices that the holy family gave? Can we say that for Imam Husayn to die the way he did, revived Islam, and now defines the way in which we live? Do we fear Allah and pay our dues and praise him as we should? If we die today in our graves, could we say we gave it all we could? I think we need to stop and think and review our current ways and hope that if we change for good, the Imam will pay the way. Let not our tears of constant grief be rendered all in vain. Let's together find the worthiness of chanting, ya, Husayn.