A Walk towards heaven.

Time has arrived and the destiny has given a knock,
Leaving their material abodes, to Kerbala, people flock.

Under the shade of the awaited one, we walk towards heaven.

With teary eyes the visitors send salutations to a father,
When in Najaf, people do remember the agony of a mother.

Whose son was butchered mercilessly on a barren land,
Experiencing the pain of the one whose face was tanned.

Under the shade of the awaited one, we walk towards heaven.

With Alam in one hand, and other beating the chest,
Visitors walk tirelessly with a grieved heart, without any rest.

Servants of Husain ع line up with everything to give away,
“Give us a chance to serve”, pleading and begging, they pray,
A satiated smile on the face of a ‘Zawwar’ makes their day.

Under the shade of the awaited one, we walk towards heaven.

Remembering Sajjad ع and tears rolling down the cheeks,
Some undertake an arduous journey, lasting for weeks.

All of the sins forgiven and ranks raised with each stride,
The dust and gravels on which they walk, take pride.

Under the shade of the awaited one, we walk towards heaven.

Husain ع & Abbas ع know their names, each one they greet,
Their visitors’ injured and swollen feet, they treat.

Millions of eyes affixed for that first gaze at the dome,
Even makes them forget this world and their home.

Oh Allah, make us live to see that day, when,
Under the shade of the awaited one, we walk towards heaven.