I wrote this poem in response to this moving footage of the Abu Shaar brothers’ visitation of the blessed resting place of Imam Al Hussain in Cairo, may Allah sanctify his secret. I am exploring the possible reaction of a twisted mind, if it was among the audience…
When I tasted their tears
my heart never recovered
I felt the love that touched their souls
that moved these blessed brothers.
When I first witnessed their adulation
at the grave of Al Hussain
My head swelled up with sheer outrage
Did they feel no shame?
Sobbing like a bunch of women!
Calling out to one who can not answer,
What confounded stupidity!
They sang, they prayed, with pious display
They cried, they even danced!
I think they’re probably Shia nuts
They’d beat themselves given a chance!
What on earth are they crying for?
They should cry for their own sins!
No wonder the Muslim world’s a mess
Chasing innovations and chasing whims!
My hands itched for some bold action
I must change this with my hand
I disappeared down the nearest alley
Returned with a grenade hidden in my hand.
I would teach these innovators how
misguided their tears were
the fire of hell would destroy them all
the spectre of idolatry would burn.
I was just about to release the pin
Throw it in and run away
Then from a distance watch the sight
of falsehood in dismay.
When one of these misguided men
Looked me straight in the eye
His glance pierced something deep within
And I could not help but cry.
Suddenly, within my heart
I felt it heating up
The flame of love had been ignited
And now my spirit would erupt!
With the grenade still in my pocket
I collapsed and sobbed and wailed
For there and then I heard a voice,
As if it was Al Hussain!
No one there could console me
As the tears shook me and just shook
I tried to give my mind a chance
but love, it overtook!
And now I have tasted their tears
My tears just will not end
The fire of the love of God
Has made me its dear friend.
So listen to my story friend
Before you ever try
And ridicule the tears of men
Who yearn for those who’ve died.
For they are not dead at all
Their spirits live so free
And now the tears give no respite
The fire of love has consumed me!