For what I saw in your words mirroring me
I know
U wait for him too.
so as 1 to the same and another of another form, I ask u
in the name
of this son of Zahra for who
I know you can't
Refuse 2 use what
He gave u.
brotha,
Ready
Your
Swordz.
* * *
c'mon!
4 comments:
huh
its a letter,
the recipient will understand it inshaAllah. I should probably explain that it is nothing to do with real swords or fighting, its about written and oral expression.
with salam.
My dear blissful,
When I posted a poem today, I suddenly remembered you. Perhaps its because you were the one who greatly encouraged me to write poems on Al_Abbas (as) esp. after Tale of Loyalty & Furaat's Tears.
I would so love to share yet another poem with you.
http://www.shiachat.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=234957585&pid=1815991&st=0&#entry1815991
regards & salam.
ah, another characteristic flash of brilliance, however the style of this one is very different from your earlier work, I find myself wondering if I have been away too long to miss such a transition... the words are simpler and more clear, this time with no golden aura or poetic license to lessen the impact of that devastating scene.
this one is very difficult to read, for the crushing weight of the truth it portrays, but one which cannot be shied from for one who wishes to understand the enormity of the Imam's sacrifice, on those burning sands long ago.
it still bears the old hallmark of your words. beautiful, elegant, unbearable.
with salam, dear sister.
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