Oh my eyes how they burn
And no sound I discern
And my flesh and my
bones
Are torn apart.
For the hell from the skies
Cannot deafen the cries
Naught can ever hope to heal
My broken heart.
On a screen I can see
Witness live misery
How the wicked seek to murder
And oppress
Many run choose to turn
While the pure scream and burn
And a daughter whispers softly
We are blessed.
Every daughter Zehra
Every wound Fatima
Every child they are
Hassan and Hussain.
Every plain Karbala
Every victory Allahs
And the garden of Zahra
Restored again.
In delirium I
Cannot see through the mire
Is the face of the child
From this time.
I see one called Ali
Seems to cry out to me
Dare you witness that you
Are one of mine.
Oh a mothers sweet smile
Behind the door with her child.
Gently play until evil breaks it down.
All the smiles they are lost
Now eternal the cost
Desolation through villages and towns
Every daughter Zehra
Every wound Fatima
Every child they are
Hassan and Hussain.
Every plain Karbala
Every victory Allahs
And the garden of Zahra
Restored again.
Can you hear Fatima
Calling down from afar
Reaching out for the mother and the child.
Now they recline neath the throne
All of heaven they own
Far are they from the wicked and the vile.
See that lost unborn babe
Barely afforded a grave
Pierced by splinters and spears
As at Karbala
Every tear of Zahra
Upon the innocent are
In the sanctum of blessed Nasrullah
Every daughter Zehra
Every wound Fatima
Every child they are
Hassan and Hussain.
Every plain Karbala
Every victory Allahs
And the garden of Zahra
Restored again.
See the garden they’ve burned
All the growth they have spurned
Where HIS feet and his forehead
Praised HIS lord
An inheritance they
Try to steal it away
But the lovers will ensure it is restored
I hear a weeping Zahra
For the soul of Gazza
And for the staunch Southern souls and all the brave
And the loneliest soul
The very heir of Batool
Through the martyrs his path is surely paved
Every daughter Zehra
Every wound Fatima
Every child they are
Hassan and Hussain.
Every plain Karbala
Every victory Allahs
And the garden of Zahra
Restored again.
How the idols do fall
See the liars they crawl
How Allah takes the scales from our eyes
Can you see what I see
There at lonely Baqi
The very truth I enemies despise
For the love of Zahra
And the lonely Kaaba
In the hands of pagan and mushrikeen
Oh we swear by Hussain
No occupation remains
Liberation for world’s mustadhafeen.
Every daughter Zehra
Every wound Fatima
Every child they are
Hassan and Hussain.
Every plain Karbala
Every victory Allahs
And the garden of Zahra
Restored again.
From the garden of truth
Cometh forth Allahs proof
Every mother and child
Neath his wing
Zainabs words cannot fail
Beauty surely prevail
And the martyrs for Allah rejoice and sing
We’ll rejoice with Zahra
We’ll avenge Ashura
You will see the ruku and sajdah
In that holiest place
They’ll be no Zionist trace
Behind the blessed we’ll pray at Al Aqsa….
Every daughter Zehra
Every wound Fatima
Every child they are
Hassan and Hussain.
Every plain Karbala
Every victory Allahs
And the garden of Zahra
Restored again.
