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Hussain’s Love: the battle of breaking one’s self
At Nightspring
Hussain empathizes with the nightingale.
tuning nocturnal odes around the fire
and rewinding his-story, because
summer has come early
to Karabala.
Dreams at dawn dropping dew
on Hussain’s dried lips,
because Karbala’s clouds barely peel
With no shade of any olive tree
under which to rest
Hussain’s sun-scorched eyes
dream waterskins, tents
and smiles for Zayn and Zaynab
The dust has blanketed his face
He knows it wont be. He knows,
His eyes well
the only well
Kissing foreheads and flooding ears
with prayers for rain in each,
Hussain mounts his ladder to Bliss,
DhulJennah
Gliding, the mirage of arrows draws closer
…and Hussain,
resigns
to the angelic chatter
in his chest.
O soul at peace, Return to your Lord, pleased, pleasing!
Then enter amongst my servants. And enter my Paradise!
89:28-30
<<Swelling in thought. Maybe it was my Ashura today.>>
Hussain laughs cause its True, not there is (a) truth
He laughs in agreement with,
not at.
He is so burnt in Oneness
He whispers his “I”s and “Me”s,
fearing.
every unreality simply
brings laughter and smiles.
Is it not that a Free heart laughs? smiles?
Hussain’s heart is a shade of morning,
There is none but God.
Hussain wages battle
not as a warrior
not as a son of
not as a grandson of
not as a defender of
stop
Hussain loves the battle of breaking…
one’s self
Hussain loves the moment
where pain makes Presence
to Truth
Shahada.
Hussain laughs in death, and his son lays saying, death tastes like honey
cause, death ‘is’ not
real
what’s irrelevant is ego
the monster that it is
and its illusion
it’s death itself
God is. GOD
Out of longing [for Hussain],
The skies wept blood…
In this waterfall of wounds
Hussain laughs
Resurrected
Hussain
Hear the poet reading her work
Muharram In Manhattan 
I love this! So beautifully written and evocative.