I Sing Husayn!

In light of the first of Muharram I thought I'd delay putting up my short story and instead write something to do with Muharram. These following few days are extremely holy and I hope that if this poem does touch you in the slightest bit, that you would spare me a prayer inshAllah. 

Black face, Stained heart,

I come to you torn apart,

Buried in sin, the weight of my wrong,

I am released from, when I sing your song,

So I sing Husayn, Husayn, Husayn, Husayn,

I sing to that tune when I hear how you were slain.

My soul I have hurt, my self... Continue

Peace and Prayers,

Kulsum x