In the somber nights of Muharram,
Grief fills the air, hearts heavy, solemn.
A tale of sacrifice, a tale of pain,
Echoes of Hussain's cries in every vein.

In the sands of Karbala, battles were fought,
Hussain stood tall, his principles sought.
With a faithful few by his side,
They faced adversity, with bravery tied.

The tears of Fatima fall like pearls,
A mother's anguish, her heart unfurls.
Her beloved son, on the path of righteousness,
Laid down his life, a symbol of selflessness.

The 10th day arrives, Ashura in sight,
The day where darkness turned into light.
Grief echoes through the streets, cries of Ya Hussain,
As we mourn the loss of a noble soul slain.

The martyrs of Karbala, their blood still flows,
Their sacrifice remembered as the story unfolds.
Their courage inspires, their message clear,
To stand up for justice, without any fear.

In this month of mourning, we reflect and pray,
Remembering Hussain's sacrifice every day.
May our hearts fill with peace and empathy,
United as one, embracing humanity.

Oh, Muharram, a time of sadness and reflection,
A solemn reminder of Hussain's affection.
Through poetry and tears, we mourn and remember,
The legacy he left, burning like an ember.


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