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📌Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Remembering Karbala Once Again Most Reverred Zainab (‘a) Returns to Karbala Chehlum ("Chehlum jo Karbala mein bahattar ka ho chuka") The Chehlum[^1] for seventy two martyrs was done And the bodies and the heads had finally become one And Husain's slain army was remembered by all And the children of Muhammad lamented His son For three days and nights in the desert they mourned Embracing His tomb as though never to be torn Hearts lit like candles, their love for Him bloomed Their sons, like flowers, scattered around His tomb Remembering those killed, they cried out in grief And clutched at their hearts and in pain swooned " Where are those who would protect us?" they cried "Now we wander, heads bare in broad daylight" The air fraught with sobs as the widows wept And the Noble Sister's face on His tomb did rest And cried "Oh my beloved brother dear Husain For three days and nights I've been Your guest" "Heartbroken and forlorn is this Prophet's grandchild For my services You didn't accept, what a plight" "The will of the imam, I will gladly accept But the bruises on my arms I haven't shown You yet I am alone today, no friend in sight Without You I am nothing, how can You forget?" "I've lost sons and brothers and You in this war my back is bruised with the tip of the spear" "I cared for the orphans, the fathers lay dead Their frail ages and captivity, the pain and the dread To divert them from their misery, I narrated your tale I was their mother, their aunt, or their father instead" "And I will live on to see them suffer and die For it is not my destiny to see beloveds thrive" " I had imagined pilgrims surrounding Your tomb And the throng of the angels had lifted the gloom And in Your memorial, we would all gather here Yet I see not a soul, I am here alone" " By your graveside I sit my Brother, and weep And console my heart though my pain is deep" Saying this, Zainab inconsolable, sobbed And the tomb of the Prince shuddered and rocked And Basheer approached the Prince's son and said "Oh Imam shall we leaves Your aunt is distraught" And Abid toward His Aunt did turn And asked "Dear Aunt shall we return." And Zainab replied, "As you wish dear Imam" The preparations to leave for Medina began The tents were untied and the camels lined up And around the graves gathered Ali's clan Bidding farewell to those who slept in their graves The old and the young stood around in a daze At the thought of leaving her Brother's tomb Distraught, Zainab cried " How can I leave You along In this forsaken desert away from us all This empty, desolate city now Your home" "where nothing grows and nothing lives Such a place You've chosen to gather and rest" "Oh Noble Lord of Karbala, farewell Oh the sands that cradle His shroud, farewell Dear grave of the noble, lofty Prince, farewell My Brother Your sister departs now, farewell" "This Prophet's grandchild is unfortunate indeed For You're not pleased with her deeds" "How do I face Medina having left You herd What if the Prophet questions, how can I bear?