Category Archives: Karbala

October 14

Zahra Moeini : The Weight of Zaynab’s Gaze

“The Weight of Zaynab’s Gaze” by: Zahra Moeini The leaves of the oak trees have welcomed the hues of Fall’s procession. Zaynab treads the witness Of leaves that swell Bursting with each step The shades of a brother’s memory. Those who walk alongside Look at the weight of Zaynab’s gaze Flowing back and forth On […]

Hussain October 13

Adeeba Talukder : A Poem on Yazid

Time is a curve of loss, rind pressed against rind, skin against skin, until the solid fruit lies weak, shapeless.   But watch the syrup as it falls into the cup, glistening and whole.   Life, in the end, could not mold him in the way of sap:   He lay, thick, sagging with wine, […]

October 12

Cyrus McGoldrick: “Ashura”, A poem

I saw a casket go by, and as it passed,
An image came to mind – long was its path.
I thought of the years, the tears and the laughs…
Signs for the future writ in blood of the past.

October 07

Ana Cedano : A Leftist in Love

I remember falling in love with you when I hit my second decade I had heard of you before but I didn’t really know you Then I met you and I quickly became a fan Loving you for taking a stand Loving you for trembling with indignation at injustice Fighting against ‘ism-s’ Colonial Imperial and […]

October 04

David Coolidge : Memories of a Majlis

On Judgement Day, we will viscerally realize that God can show us every moment of our life. May the accounting of my failures never happen, by the Mercy of the Most Merciful. When I realize this, I become more aware of how quickly time slips past, and how much we lose. I wish I could recall every moment of these majalis, and every moment of my ziyara to Iraq that it inspired. But I cannot. I cannot even remember every moment of the majlis that I just attended.

October 23

Fatemeh Mashouf : How The Prophet’s Daughter Saved Me

Coming back from hajj and heading into Muharram, my entire perspective on Karbala has quite literally changed – I do not see Imam Husayn, Lady Zainab, and Ali Akbar from the perspective of a Shia hundreds of years after their death. I see Imam Husayn (as) from the eyes of a mother who lived her life knowing the great sacrifice she would ultimately make through the slaughter of her son. I see Lady Zainab (as) from the view of a mother who nurtured strength, eloquence, and power into her daughter who would have to live through the most tragic of times. I see Ali Akbar from the perspective of a grandmother who would see the likeness of her own father being deprived of water, waiting for his brutal death to relieve him of his thirst.

October 19

Zehra Naqvi : What Disunity Costs Our Ummah

We are all in it together. This Muharram, reflecting on our shared past has actually made me look to the future and reflect on the legacy our umaah will leave behind for future generations. History will tell whether our legacy will be one of unity or divisiveness. There are many good people committed to doing this work, and I pray that all of us commit to do right by all of our communities, very much in the spirit of the Quran, Prophet Muhammad, and his family.