No Words.

What is there left to say,
when you have been to
Sayyeda Zainab?

Every mother of Grozny,
The sisters and mothers of Srebrenica,
Afghanistan,
even Iraq in all its bloody
ridicule,
know what you are Zainab.
They know what is Zainab.

I saw your follower in Zaria,
a photo of a coffin,
Another son who died for truth.
He died in Kaduna for
Palestine,
He is another of the 1400
years of Karbala's martyrs.
And his mother knows,
Dear Lady Zainab,
That there is nothing left to say
that hasn't already been said.

The grief that crushes into silence
Cannot be obeyed,
And so,
No matter it is just repetition,
No matter that everyone
already knows,
We say together again, and
again,
The truth that everyone
knows if they but dare:
Ya Hussain. Ya Hussain.
Ya Hussain.