WHY WE CRY?

I Take Refuge In Allah From The Stoned Satan. In Name Of Allah The Source Of Mercy To All Of Creation; The Source Of The Mercy To The Believing Congregation. Oh Allah Bless Muhammad's Soul, And Rain Down Peace On His Household.

ďWhy We CryĒ Donít think our cries are too extreme. Thereís good reason for grown men to scream. Our actions arenít of those insane We weep in dhikr of Husayn. When the guilty kills the innocent To usurp Islamic Government, Should not a Muslim cry in pain? Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

Reflect on Husaynís flawless fame. Reflect on Yazeed, steeped in shame. Shall not the heart be pierced by woe, When the Khalif is Al-Islamís foe? Oh what a dark, sad thought to bear, It breaks the heart, moves joy to tear. Thatís why our tears fall down like rain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

A heart of stoneís too hard to cry. A mind thatís closed wonít wonder why. A foolish man is deaf and blind. A coward always stays in line. But a soul that prostrates on itís face. With trembling heart, seeking Godís Grace Wonít hide from Truth, canít hide the pain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

The Khalif chose vile tricks, and lies. Husayn chose death, not compromise. This Prophetís son would not bow down; Preferring death to being bound To evil hindís Satanic Son. So with his death The Imam won. Islamís loss was Islamís gain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

Oh what a brave and selfless deed, To give up life for Islamís creed; To sacrifice both friend, and kin To show the world Islam from sin. Are you confused which side is right? How would you stand if called to fight? Are you aware just who was slain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

The leader of The Gardenís Youth Was murdered by a drunk uncouth. Understand the scene my friend; An angel murdered by a jinn. A jinn who held the Ummahís reins; A womanizer half insane Condemned to death The Chaste Husayn. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

A Nimrod in Islamic Guise. A whore in veils. Truth mixed with lies. An Ummah fooled by slight of hand. One raised his voice. One dared to stand. An Abraham who chose The Flames Rejecting falsehoodís kingly claims. An Abel who opposed a Cain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

How could a demon rise so high To cause the Prophetís son to die; To kill him with the Muslimís sword; And in The Name Of Prophetís Lord? Can might make right, and rule Godís Deyn? Then how did things get so obscene? How will we ever clean the stain? Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

They wouldnít let Husaynís men drink. And now they will not let you think They barred them from a river clear. They bar you from a knowledge dear. The fence your mind with bigotry And tie your hands with apathy. Why should a Muslim not feel pain? Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

These Yazeeds kill for crown, and purse. At least Muslims can spit and curse, But many think the cost too high. So they obey the oneís who lie. They would not allow Husayn a drink. And now they wonít let Muslimís think, And those who think, they call insane. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

The worldís a Karballa, a desert dry; And Quranís a river flowing by, And Ishtahadís a water skin Thatís cool and filled for thirsty men. Where is Abbas with what we need? His canteen was pierced with shafts of greed. Our thirst is not from lack of rain. Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

Though martyrdom gave Abbas wings, Thirst remains and grief still stings. But tears alone wonít slake our thirst. Tears by themselves can make things worse. Who will stand? Who will try To speak The Truth ... To stand ... To die; To cause a tyrantís moon to wane? Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn! Husayn!

Oh Allah Bless Muhammad's Soul, And Rain Down Peace On His Household.