Salam..this is one of my first poems...hope u guys like it...
I remember your maqam
I remember the old ladies screaming your name
I remember the screams all around me, “Ya Shaheed!” they would say
Back then I didn’t understand why people were crying and yelling your heavenly name
Back then I didn’t know I was blessed to be near you
Back then I didn’t know of your martyrdom or the cruel betrayal
Back then I didn’t know how your family was murdered, how your women were taken captive
I didn’t know of the tragedy of Karbala
Now, after leaving you, I know
Now after all these years, I know why those women were crying, I know why they screamed your name, I know why they clung to you and didn’t want to leave
I have been educated but now the blessing of being near you is gone, now I am thousands of miles away…
Now, I cannot smell your air, I cannot touch your sand, I cannot kiss your maqam
As every year passes by, I wish again and again with all my heart and soul to come to you, to be near you…
But every year my hopes are only crushed and every year my dreams of coming to you start over again
I’ve lost hope at times and cursed the man who made me leave you,
The man who brought me misery and despair
The man who made me live a life of longing
But every year you give me hope once again, my beloved
O ya imam, I dream of the day I visit you
Of the day I’ll kiss you land, and your maqam
Of the day I’ll weep both tears of sadness and joy like I’ve never wept before
I dream of the day when I’ll stop longing to be near you
O my imam, my beloved, you name is inscribed on my heart and there it will forever stay
I will never forget you, or your family, or the tragedy
I’ll pray to the most merciful to let me see your gates and enter them before my time of death
But if my time betrays me and you never receive my ziarah then I ask you to forgive me and know that my soul will be there, there in karbala, visiting you, weeping for you, and there my soul will forever stay...