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Published
on 27th May, 2004/7th Rabi Ul Thaany, 1425.
Shedding
the Blood of the Innocents Poem By
S. Abidin
They
hurried by night
They hid by day
From the great Furat they drank
In one place they did not stay
Taking
shelter in the date palms
In the fierce hot desert
Their small forms were drawn and wearied
By the world and its tribulations
With
courage burning in their hearts
And with only one determination
To carry the message to the Imam
A promise fulfilled would be their elation
Called
from above by their father
The boys awoke with a sob
They were not intended to stay in this world
One told the other to have patience
Captured
by a brute
The older child said:
“O man! Kill me first for my promise to fulfil
For my Mother left my brother in my care”
With
their last prayers performed by the great Furat
Martyred were the sons of Muslim
Their small bodies floated away together
They were the Tiflan Muslim
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