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Shaykh Salim Yusufali analyses and deconstructs some of the indecency and immoral corruption of the music industry. Viewer discretion is advised; this video contains clips from mainstream musicians and bands, such as Britney Spears, Nicki Minaj, Justin Timberlake, Timberland, OutKast, 50 Cent, Eminem, Robin Thicke, One Direction and David Bowie. The examples that have been shown may offend some viewers; Shaykh Salim and the Islamic Pulse team here in the Holy City of Qom have deemed it necessary to highlight some of the immoral themes that our people worldwide are being exposed to.

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English Noha \\\"Slaughtered and Martyred\\\" by: Voices of Passion Artwork by Various artists A Noha portraying the heroes of Karbala Noha Lyrics: Chorus Slaughtered and martyred in Karbala, Oh beloved son of Fatima (2xs) In the city of Madina, in the city of Madina, that\\\'s the news they heard And cried out in grief - Ya Hussain! 1 Salaam on you oh Hussain the Commander of the Faithful The agony you went through shook all those in the heavens And made them cry out your name - Ya Hussain! Blessings of Allah be on you and those slain on that fateful day 2 Oh small child Ruqayya, what must she have felt as those hypocrites Killed her two pure brothers: Ali Akbar and baby Asghar As he lay cradled by - Ya Hussain! They cut her Father\\\'s sacred throat and displayed it on their spears 3 As he made his way back to the camp from the Euphrates They cut and severed his hands, that the water fell to the ground And they watched him shout - Ya Hussain! Shabbir\\\'s pain at that point was beyond all expression 4 Asking his uncle\\\'s permission to fight on Ashura Executing his father\\\'s wish expressed, in his letter Death sweeter than honey - Ya Hussain! Such courage shown by one so young, fighting with the spirit of Hassan 5 Salaam on you al-Mahdi, hidden son of Fatima We wait for you to restore the religion of Allah And you will surely avenge - Ya Hussain! There will never be such a sacrifice like the one given in Karbala

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Blessed Tree Media brings to you Madhloom Husayn Jaanam | مظلوم حسين جانم : A nauha based on the matam beats of the Arabian-African Coasts and Persia. Tune in and share widely a beautiful recitation of world renowned reciter Mulla Nazar al Qatari @Nazar Al Qatari | نزار القطري #husayn #karbala With English Subtitles ----------------------------------------------------------- Translation: I swear by God who spread out the earth and created the heavens And by the revelation and signs Gabriel brought I call out with nobility until the Day of Resurrection That I shall die with dignity and not humiliation, never! If the bloodthirsty blade should sever my head If the sword drawn for battle should cut out my liver If they send a three-pronged arrow instead of water to my fresh flower If through my brother\'s pain the enemy should break my back Murdered by tears, taken prisoner by hardships Will you write my sorrows in Karbala with mere pen and ink? Never! Grief can only be written in flowing tears If my enemy surrounds me and shoots me with arrows If my head, shoulders, and body must bear the strikes of swords If a stone should strike my brow and cover my luminous face in blood If instead of water, my cruel enemy gives fire If I die a hundred times from my son’s burning fever They wronged me, killed me, and forgot who I am Until I lived in a world of grief and suffering All the sorrows of the world have gathered here By God, who willed me to suffer a hundred cuts Two hundred spears and swords did not hurt my body I will never take the hand of my oppressors or accept humiliation Even if they bring all the inhabitants of the heavens and the earth to fight me (Husayn, my life, how you were wronged…) I did not break my pledge to worship God alone I swear, I never worshipped anyone but God I swear, I am the son of the Lion of God and the son of Fatima An Arab, an Alid, from the line of the Quraysh, of the tree The son of a veteran of Uhud and Badr, a son of Fatima, of the moon I gave my everything, my seventy-two companions gave their lives It is I with crimson face It is I with blood gushing from my throat It is I with thirst like a dagger It is I with the grief of the youth It is I in the dust of the desert It is I beneath the horses\' hooves I am beloved to God who guides But in Karbala I am alone, stripped, and covered in dust Strange that I should taste death while I am thirsty Who is there to protect me, my beard dyed with blood? I am here with severed veins and shredded heart I am here with my little child, my thirsty infant I am here with my imprisoned daughter I am here with the Ever-Living, the Eternal One Does anyone worship the Lord above as I do? For I am the niche of the one for whom the blade came while he was in prayer When my child was slain and by family taken captive, when my neck was cut When I was slain thirsty beside the river’s waters I am here with many wounds, I am here with the verses of the Qur’an I am here with the parched tongues, I am here with the tips of the arrows Let all come and see our stand, our nobility, and our dignity (Husayn, my life, how you were wronged…) Here all can see what became of me Would the Prophet, the best of humankind Be pleased by these claws tearing into Husayn? By God, by the Messenger, by Ali son of Abi Talib, and by Zahra the Pure And my brother Hasan al-Mujtaba, the paragon of virtue My brother, how do you feel seeing the horses trample my chest? And my seventy-two companions, my Habib, my Zuhayr, and my Tirmah my John and Wahb, all of pure heart By the dignity, the nobility, the sternness of Abbas By Uthman and by Ja’far, by the two martyrs of Aqil By the pure hearts of Abdallah and Qasim By Ali Akbar and his pain, by Ali Asghar and his blood The full moon beats its chest with both hands from grief Shedding tears that flow like silver, crying out in lament Broken-hearted, O my support, O my aspiration, O my beloved, O Husayn! (Husayn, my life, how you were wronged…) By the jasmine of Medina, by Ruqayya, by Sakina By Zaynab’s stricken heart and her two martyred sons By the dry lips of my little children By the weary body of my beloved son Sajjad I shall never flee from these oppressors Nor shall I give allegiance or make peace with tyrants My head is upon the spearhead in the way of God, speaking with the Beloved I will bear the slings and arrows, for I swear I see nothing but God (Husayn, my life, how you were wronged…) By the Arab Prophet, the Messenger of Medina And by his brother, the Lion of God called Ali By Zahra the pure, by the mother of her father And by his grandsons, his lion cubs, they are the scions of purity By al-Sajjad, by al-Baqir, and by al-Sadiq, truly! And by Musa, and Ali, and Taqi, and Naqi And by the one imprisoned in Samarra and by God’s Authority who will rise up with the truth Who will strike out with the sword to rule for eternity And by Muhammad and Muhammad and by Ali and Ali (Husayn, my life, how you were wronged…)