a muslim woman
begs on the graveyard of a mound
around her mocking her despair
dead laughter surrounds
ghosts spirits her living death
astound
a few coins in her hand
deathly silence no sound
covering her beggary
her shame
born as a Muslim Woman
by other moving men and women
frowned
she in her hijab
her winding sheet
buried live above ground
we are building
masjids madarsaas
womens home childrens home
homlessness no home to be found
yes with thorns the underprivilged
Muslim Woman is thus crowned
bleeding kismet
male dominance
mullahs handbill like
fatwas to hound
yes they who are busy
bombarding trains , mosques
humanity misguided jehadi
terrorism abound
the heads of Islamic world
a cloth stuffed in the mouth
hand and cold feet bound
justifying actions
as a merry go round
yazidiyat that
enevitable power house
in the flowing blood
of hussainiyat got drowned
haqqa bina lahe laha illala
ast hussain
only a hussain can expound
at yazids court
bibi zainab
one hand on the holy koran
the other with
the najahul balagha
in her kutbas
propound
indomitable
womanhood of Islam
so profound
even the heads
on the spears
watched her spellbound
May 30th, 2007
Categories: imam hussain, bibi zainab, shia poetry, enemies of shiasm, muslim woman, hussainiyat, My Poems, nahjul balagha, mullahs, firoze shakir, islam .
Posted by photographerno1 on 30 May 2007
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