The love of Ali Akbar

It is simple
When you are Ali Akbar.
No-one need ask you
And you require no
Clarification.

Today is Ashura
And you will fight,
And today you die,
Except that it is not death,
But the infinite realms of bliss
Wherein you are rewarded
With nearness to Him.

You do not seek answers,
For you already knew
Because you are
the closest
in manners and looks
To the most beloved to Him.

You go to battle quietly,
In so doing
you break
Your father’s back –
Yet he is, he must be
So proud
Ali Akbar,
Of you in Karbala,
And Gaza, and Sarajevo
Grozny, Fao and all
The places you are seen.

Quietly leaving,
Valiantly fighting,
To defeat forever
The ignominious
Zaalimeen.

You ask nothing,
But one question needs to be
Asked to all those who say
They care,
Who weep,
And name their sons
In the vanity
of their tears.

If you really love
Ali Akbar,
When are you leaving?