 Qiyamah Abdullah and peace and blessings be upon his cousin, Muslim Al-Aqeel, we are today inshallah lamenting the tragedy of Muslim Al-Aqeel and I'm honored to be joined once again by my dear friend Sayyid al-Haqeem, Sayyid al-Haqeem, thank you for joining us again. I believe you have some lamentations for us if you can please just start off by introducing the lamentation and then, Bismillah. InshaAllah, so this is a poem where it's speaking and we say that Muslim is no stranger they killed the messenger it links everyone together the ideology of what happened from generation to generation it all links back to certain individuals so this is lamenting starting off from like speaking in a personification way we're speaking about the waves and the waves of the seas mourning Muslim of what happened and then it goes on to speaking the children of Muslim about what's going to happen to them next inshallah. Muslim is no stranger they killed the messenger Muslim is no stranger they killed the messenger I question the sea that carried him and the waves below how hunt breaking it must have been seeing him now go seeing the tears on his cheek that's with your waves they flow not knowing the destiny of the fate to tomorrow the courage that he possesses wish you could borrow maybe that's where you could stop your waves you would say no Muslim enters the land of Kufa seeing betrayal how with this love for life will victory ever prevail they think they can capture Hossain but who is in jail locked by the shackles of greed in hell fire they will by God the mom Hossain I Muslim show decent mail and after Muslim how will his children never smile they go the rest of the days without the inspiration how cruel and heartless must have been Muslims killers nation and oh children of Muslim do you see your father's greatness the personification of courage and bravery Muslim it been acting was such a heroic figure he knew that his mission would be filled with difficulty and yet he accepted it from Hossain wholeheartedly and taking his son's no wing there won't be a written journey finally as Muslim in Akhil enter this new territory ask yourself who sacrifice more than him on that journey how must it have been like for his children in that city unwanted by so many this place filled with enemies no Muslim it must have caused your children so much pride how difficult it must have been for them to sleep a very very beautiful descriptive poem may I ask who was the writer and this was a said Saeedan Fatima Hakim together Mashallah very very descriptive very very original and I love the classical Boston tune as well truly brings back memories is one line from that Boston Lafnea which I remember very much the Lafnea is the same tune about Ali Akbar's mother Laila speaking to Ali Akbar and it's a very very simple but beautiful line she says and so would you do you kill high out of this mark and suck I remember everything I will forget everything my existence and everything that there is I cannot forget you and that is almost like a double metaphor not just for our mother's love but also for our love for our mother saying I saw my father the fact that we can forget everything that there is in this world but not forget Ali Akbar and I'm saying and so I believe we have one more poem from Sinchallah we are here today to lament the Kufa the tragedy of Kufa Muslim Akhir so please do take us there with your beautiful lamentations so this is a poem written by the poets our dear but Muhammad Tafi Huda speaking from third person about just the storyline how it started what happened Muslim despise and then what happened when he was with that in the in the house the lady that looked after looked after him and then his final goodbye to mama saying for you we cry Muslim and with pain we cry Muslim for you we cry Muslim and with pain we cry Muslim he was sent by Hussein to gather support but the Kufans by Benziyad had been bought a whole army waited for him Hussein thought if only he knew that they had sold him short and only a small group were left to consorts he had the same message to Hussein he conveyed of the large supporters that Muslim had gained but just a few loyal companions remain people like Hani ibn Urwar were tamed too long over them the oppressors have reigned Muslim and companions were being tracked down obey the law had planted spies around town they would report back to him with what they'd found and one by one Hussein supporters they would hound in prison with heavy torture they were drowned his kids with a friend he kept and tried to leave that letter to Hussein he tried to retrieve and close gates made this impossible to achieve and tired and hungry roaming the streets he grieved for the situation he could not believe and he knocked on a door and for what he asked question why his face he had masked when he told her of his name she welcomed him and her son returned and learned who's sleeping there in he told ibn Ziyad and did a grave sin and soldiers surrounded the house till next morning and Muslim to surrender they began calling he was trained by Ali that there was a warning and he emerged from the house and started warring until he became exhausted they captured him finally and chains Muslim was taken to ibn Ziyad he was bleeding and his body badly scarred he told them to Muslim from the roof discard and he was killed and his corpse thrown into the yard until his last breath Hussein he didn't disregard for you we cry muslim with pain we cry muslim symptom said Ali that was a beautiful recitation and i think it's something so beautiful that tune particularly it's a tune from the reciters and the people of kalabala something you hear very often when you go inside the shrine something that really moves me and brings a taste in my eyes and it's amazing to hear English words put it out to me Allah bless you and the poem inshallah before we finish i've got a short poem to recite about the beautiful holy city of kalabala and what we feel when we come to kalabala and how the scent of kalabala itself almost reminds us of what happened here just like scent brings back memories leaving us to smile or despair i recall the wails of orphans each time i smell kalabala's air sometimes we come across a place and we recall that we once here we recall things that happened here events that happened here and there when i return to kalabala i see tragedy everywhere every site tells a tragedy that is soothed only by a tear when my feet step upon that dust and the scent of the dust is rising i recall 72 men who with their blood held and uprising every man left the house of orphans and though they left children crying if they were killed a thousand times to return to fight they'd all swear whenever i see children cry it's the site that breaks my heart but when i recall some orphans their story tears his hearts apart when i hear that their tongues were thirsty i feel my soul from me depart when i hear they run from fire well this picture turns gray all my hair whenever i see a mother with the spark of despair within them complaining of their son's absence wishing for but the sight of him i see ramlah striking her head crying out where is my qasim and i see layla wailing in her tent saying come back home my ali al-akbar whenever i become thirsty and i kneel to sip a drink i hold the water in my hands and what i recall it makes my heart sink i recall al-abbas with that water recalling the children recalling children upon death's brink he throws the water from his hands and the canteen on his shoulder when i see something breaking too like when from men hearts are taken i recall two broken apart and my being is left shaken whenever i see something break i recall a back that was broken a brother fell for his brother and of hands he had not a pair upon the earth's curve the sun sets as if the sun the earth swallows i ask how can earth swallow suns if they are ridden with arrows i ask how can the earth swallow suns when they are ridden with arrows how did the earth accept hossain in his absence no other flows if earth knew he was within if earth knew that he was within it surely mountains from their places would tear i ponder when i see his dome upon all the supporting pillars by how many is it held up and then suddenly my heart withers it only took one spear to hold hossain's head it only took one spear to hold hossain's head upon its blade his blood would gather and now millions they come and stand beside his dome but once there was no one anywhere but once there was no one anywhere allahumma salli ala Muhammadin Muhammad peace and blessings be upon aba aba allah hossain islam is truly an amazing thought and a heartbreaking thought i think that today while there are millions and millions of people here at the shrine of Muhammad salli ala islam and in karablah in general there was a time where Muhammad salli ala Muhammad stood here and called out asking if there was anyone to help him and nothing brought him back in answer except the wind and we wish that time would be reversed so we could all be here serving imam Muhammad salli ala Muhammad salli ala Muhammad ready to die for him for his for his message and for the sake of his cause which was to revive the sunnah of his grandfather and to die as a free man we are here every single night inshallah at 10 p.m uk time 12 am karablah time where we will begin with the show called welcome to karablah which is your opportunity to call in and do your ziyarat with the presenter and inshallah we'll see you tomorrow