His name was Hussain
A name most of you are afraid of today.
But he was legitimate,
The grandson of the Prophet, Peace Be Upon Him
50 years past the Messenger’s death
Hussain was the one who carried the message
And stood against
Feared for demanding allegiance
Legitimacy, or death
Luxury, or demise
The question lingered, dangled on a lifeline
Easy thing, and the right thing.
“I will never give Yazid my hand
Like a man who has been humiliated
Nor will I flee
Like a slave…
I have not risen
To spread evil
Or to show off…
I only desire
To enjoin good values
And prevent evil.”
His life was endangered for speaking.
Hussain, the truth
He migrated his family to Mecca, hoping that
Yazid, the tyrant
Would revere the confines of the Holy city.
Onward to Kufa, Iraq
Yazid’s soldiers ambushed Hussain
And forced him to Karbala.
At Karbala, Hussain and his family
Were starved, dehydrated,
So their weak bodies would bow
But again, Hussain refused
He was not allowed to leave
Unless he went under oath.
The Final Stand
It was a matter of choosing what life he had to live
Knowing it was his own life that Yazid wanted him to give
Selflessly, he told his family to evacuate
And Yazid’s men were ordered to stop Hussain
Hussain’s companions were valiantly killed, outnumbered by Yazid’s men
Hussain stood alone.
No one was left.
They looked at his body
Fatigued, parched, frail,
Bloody, wounded, open.
The earth enveloped him, his soul escaped his lips
But his mind was strong, fed by love and hope
And he did not bow to them.
And for this, they mercilessly killed him.
Zainab, Hussain’s sister
Assumed leadership among the captives that Yazid had taken
Speeches poured out of her mouth until her words finally catalyzed
Like her brother, she refused to let her fear be her life.
From him, she knew that a man could stand alone in front of thousands
So she did the same
And defeated a murderer
Reviving morality through loyalty
And overthrowing the Umayyad dynasty.
And during Muharram