Two Muhammads disappear… what a connection they share… a grandson and grandfather
Whilst a moon buries a son… a father weeps for his son…Muhammad leaves with Akbar
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The best of all chests would open… departs the best soul of all men…
Its body cries “farewell Muhammad”
His soul departs fairly easy… carried by the cries of Ali…
Lifted by all the tears that he’s shed
Another soul also departs… as it departs it shatters hearts…
Hussain cradles Ali Akbar’s head
And as this lone father would grieve… his soul finds it so hard to leave…
Through all the blood that his neck has bled
Muhammad was named Ahmed… Akbar looks like Muhammad… and this destroys his father
Two Muhammads become one… a father weeps for his son…Muhammad leaves with Akbar
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How often do suns extinguish… Ali the moon is in anguish…
Sealing the sun deep beneath the ground
From one land towards another… from one brother to a father…
And yet Hussain’s wailing the same sound
He cries, “O’ Ali come and see… a Muhammad that’s named Ali…
In his blood today has drowned
Muhammad he’d once resemble… but to see him I’m unable…
In too much blood my son I have found
I know you buried Ahmed… but not in the blood he’d bled…
I cry out your name O’ father
If I call you will you come” … a father weeps for his son…Muhammad leaves with Akbar
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A grandfather taken away… grey hair that makes all hair turn grey…
He cries “no Prophet suffered like me!”
The dust shies away from his scars… as he’s buried, falling are stars…
Just like tears from the eyes of Ali
Ali hears Hussain and replies… “the best of all in my hands lies…
To the dust I must give him away
The first eyes my eyes set upon… and his shoulders my feet stood on…
Freeing God’s house from idolatry
My son I fear for my health… it’s as if I bury myself… Haider buries a Haider
I put beneath earth, a sun”… a father weeps for his son…Muhammad leaves with Akbar
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Hussain replies, “O’ my father… than Muhammad, one is better…
But of him my son is a mirror
Whenever I missed the Prophet… I’d find my son’s cheek and kiss it…
And send blessings on my grandfather
I ask you O’ son of heroes… blood of courage through your veins flows…
You lifted high the gate of Khaybar
But did you have to lift a spear… from your son’s chest and watch it tear…
Away the chest of Ali Akbar?
O’ my father what a test… Muhammad’s without a chest… and I endure this terror
Of my mind what shall become” … a father weeps for his son…Muhammad leaves with Akbar
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In a world much different to ours… where seconds prolong to hours…
Ali Akbar opens his two eyes
He’s welcomed by his grandfather… in Muhammad’s arms he’d wither…
On the chest of Prophets Ali cries
Ali’s tongue like desert from thirst… even tears from his eyes can’t burst…
He sees water in Ahmed’s arms lies
His arm reaches for the water… but then he recalls his father…
From the water Ali Akbar shies
“O’ grandfather I can’t drink… until my father has drank”… and they both cry together
They cry, “Hussain has no-one” … a father weeps for his son…Muhammad leaves with Akbar
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(Orlando – 20/12/14)