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Mulla Ali Fadhil reciting an English eulogy on the martydom of Imam Musa Al Kadhim Lyrics: The Shia are screaming crying...that their Imam is dead And the skies are testifying...that holy blood was shed Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * How are their hearts that believing...that when he dies they can\'t rest And with the death of Al Khathom...tears are shed in East and West Even the sky sheds tears for him...with Al Khathom laid to rest With him gone even angels weep...him dying is their great test Were it not for this tragedy...the Shia would not cry And for his great calamity...the Shia\'s hearts will die Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * With his death the days are darkened...and his Shia cry and weep For these tears they will be oppressed...the cost of a love so deep To many this love is a crime...after they sew what they reap Love of al Khathom is an oath...an oath that Shia will keep Imam Khathom was the Quraan...that his followers read The love of Ahmed they had won...but now their hearts are dead Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * The day turns dark with deep anger...like when Haydar\'s blood was shed The same darkness poisons his son...a pool of blood for his bed That blood did not start with Ali...it was shed from Zahra\'s head After they slapped her and she cried...now al Khathom cries instead This pure bloodline was always killed...so Khathom\'s death was fate In Shia hearts love is instilled...for Mehdi they will wait Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * Like the bee can\'t leave the flower...Imam Khathom they can\'t leave Over his pure body they weep...and for endless nights they grieve Like the young bird will leave its nest...Khathom\'s soul left and believe And that soul belongs to Jannah...like Adam belonged to Eve Between his sickness and his death...lies Imam Khathom\'s tears Between his birth and his last breath...he cried for months and years Over his body...they cry can\'t you see They cry can\'t you see...over his body * * * Nouri Sardar

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Available to download FREE here: alifadhil.com/wp-content/uploads/karbala­.mp3 This is dedicated to the millions of visitors to Karbala and Imam Hussain; and especially those who walk from Najaf to Karbala. Special thanks to all who contributed with the production of this video Written by Nouri Sardar - www.nourisardar.com Produced by OntheD - www.onthed.com Video by rizviGrafiks - www.rizvigrafiks.com

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Elegjia i perkushtohet Ebul Fadhil Abbasit a.s., djalit te Imam Aliut a.s. i cili ra deshmore (shehid) ne betejen e Kerbelase duke sakrifikuar te dy duart dhe njerin sy. Per hire te sakrifices, dashurise dhe respektit ndaj vellaut dhe Imamit te tij, Imam Husejnit a.s., Allahu xh.sh. Abbasin a.s. e ngriti ne stated me te larta hyjnore ku pos statid te shehidit ia dhuroj edhe stadin e ndermjetesuesit dhe plotesuesit te deshirave te besimtareve ose "Bab-ul Havaixh" - Porta e deshirave. Elegjine e shkruajti poeti me i madh bashkohor i Ehlibejtit a.s., Xhabir el Kadhemi ndersa e kendoi kengetari (ra'dud) me i madh bashkohor, Mulla Besim el Kerbelai. Perkthimi nga arabishtja: Hisham07 Perkthimi nga gjuha angleze u realizua nga: Husejn dhe Muhsin Aliu Allahu qofte i kenaqur nga gjithe ata.

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Elegjia i perkushtohet Ebul Fadhil Abbasit a.s., djalit te Imam Aliut a.s. i cili ra deshmore (shehid) ne betejen e Kerbelase duke sakrifikuar te dy duart dhe njerin sy. Per hire te sakrifices, dashurise dhe respektit ndaj vellaut dhe Imamit te tij, Imam Husejnit a.s., Allahu xh.sh. Abbasin a.s. e ngriti ne stated me te larta hyjnore ku pos statid te shehidit ia dhuroj edhe stadin e ndermjetesuesit dhe plotesuesit te deshirave te besimtareve ose "Bab-ul Havaixh" - Porta e deshirave. Elegjine e shkruajti poeti me i madh bashkohor i Ehlibejtit a.s., Xhabir el Kadhemi ndersa e kendoi kengetari (ra'dud) me i madh bashkohor, Mulla Besim el Kerbelai. Perkthimi nga arabishtja: Hisham07 Perkthimi nga gjuha angleze u realizua nga: Husejn dhe Muhsin Aliu Allahu qofte i kenaqur nga gjithe ata.

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Pas vdekjes (martirizimit) te Hz. Fatimese a.s. Imam Aliu a.s. nga vellau i tij Akil ibn Ebu Talib, i cili ishte njohesi me i mire i gjenetikes arabe, kerkoi qe ti gjen nje grua luaneshe e cila do perkujdeset per shtepine dhe femijet e tij. Akili i tha Imam Aliut a.s. qe nje grua e tille ekziston dhe se ajo eshte Fatime, vajza e Hizzam el Kelabijeh. Ummul Benin metevertete ishte nje luaneshe e cila e vetmja qe e denje te zevendeson vajzen e profetit Muhammed s., Hz. Fatimene a.s.. U quajt Ummul Benin - nena e femijeve te vet, pasi qe vet deshiroi keshtu te quhet. I pyetur nga Imam Aliu a.s. se pse nuk deshiron ta therret me emrin e saj Fatime, ajo u pergjigj se kur e therret ashtu Hasan, Hysejni dhe Zejnebja me shikimet e tyre kerkojne nenen e tyre Hz. Fatimene a.s. dhe nga ky shkak ajo kerkoj te emertohet si Ummul Benin - nena e femijeve te saj. Tere jeten e saj ia perkushtoi Imam Aliut a.s. dhe djemve te tij Imam Hasanit a.s. dhe Imam Hysejnit a.s. gjegjesisht ajo shkriu jeten e saj per Ehlibejtin a.s. dhe dha kater femijet e vet ne betejen e Qerbelase, njeri nder te cilet ishte "Hena e plote e Hashimiteve" - Abas Aliu - Hz. Ebul Fadhil Abbasi a.s.. Varri i saj gjendet 313 metra larg varrit te Hz. Fatimese a.s. ndersa varri i djalit te saj Abbasit a.s. gjendet 313 metra lart varrit te Imam Hysejnit a.s.. Ajo arriti te edukoi femijen i cili u be "Porta e deshirave" te besimtareve dhe njerin nga njerezit me te medhenj te njerezimit. Qysh nga lindja e Abbasit, Imam Aliu a.s. perkdhelte duart dhe puthte syte e Abbasit. I pyetur nga Ummul Benin se pse keshtu vepron, Imam Aliu a.s. i thoshte se 'keto duar dhe keto sy do sakrifikohen per Hysejnin tim dhe per femijte e tij.' Ne kohen e martirizimit te Imam Aliut a.s. dhe ne kohen kur ai dorezonte testamentet femijeve te vet Hasanit dhe Hysejnit a.s., Abbasi erdhi tek Aliu a.s. dhe e pyeti babaun e vet; 'o baba, a nuk kam une testament (amanet), a nuk jam une djali yt?' Imam Aliu a.s. u pergjigj: 'Amaneti yt eshte Hysejni.' Tere jeten e saj, Ummul Benin e edukoi dhe pergatiti Abas Aliun qe te permbush emanetin e babaut te tij ndersa kjo elegji pershkruan disa momente nga ndarja e saj me Abbasin a.s.. Pas tragjedise se Qerbelase, kur filluan te vijen lajmet per viktimat, njerezit erdhen dhe e lajmerua Ummul Benin se ajo ka humbur njerin djale. Ajo nuk degjonte fjalet e tyre por pyeti: 'cka u be djalin tim Hysejnin?' Ata nje nga nje lajmeruan per martirizimin e kater femijeve te saj por ajo nuk ua varrte veshin por pyeste per Hysejnin. Kur morri lajmin se dhe Abbasi a.s. eshte bere shehid, asaj nga dora i reshqiti nje femije te Ehlibejtit a.s. qe mbante ne dore, por ajo prap pyeti: 'cka u be me djalin tim Hysejnin?' Ky projekt i dedikohet shenjterise se saj, Hz. Ummul Benin a.s..

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Himn i bukur, poezi e Naim Frasherit Abas Aliu mbi Ebul Fadhil Abbas a.s. i interpretuar nga Kori i kolegjit "Saadi" ne Tirane (http://www.albsaadi.com). Hymn in Albanian, a poem Abas Aliu by a famous Albanian poet Naim Frasheri about Hz. Abbas. a.s. interpreted by the "Saadi" College Choir from Tirana (Albania).

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\\\"The Talking Sword\\\" English Marthia by:Nouri Sardar, recited by Ali Fadhil. A poem from the point of view of Imam Ali (a.s.) after the death of Hazrat Fatima Zahra. Pictures by various artists. Poem Lyrics: For her Haidar cries, Fatima has died (2x\\\'s) And by you is your sword Oh lion of your Lord And by you is your sword Oh lion of your Lord Your Thulfiqar though it\\\'s unseen cries tears for her Asking you for vengeance please give it an answer It points toward the door that was burned by fire And asks you: \\\"Please let me avenge her, oh Haidar\\\" For her the sword cries, tears flow from it\\\'s eyes (2x\\\'s) To sorrow it\\\'s been called, Oh lion of your Lord To sorrow it\\\'s been called Oh lion of your Lord Haidar answers with his tears talking to the sword: \\\"Do not tempt me I must show patience to my Lord\\\" \\\"Though my patience is slowly dying oh my sword\\\" \\\"I can\\\'t use you to avenge her as I was told\\\" \\\"To draw you I yearn, In grief my heart burns\\\" (2x\\\'s) \\\"So draw me,\\\" says the sword Oh lion of your Lord \\\"So draw me,\\\" says the sword Oh lion of your Lord The sword says, \\\"Haider my eyes saw her when she screamed\\\" \\\"After the door crushed her, her rib broke as it seemed\\\" \\\"Oh Haidar to argue with you I do not mean\\\" \\\"But by the wall and door she was crushed in between\\\" \\\"How can you stand still when she has wailed?\\\" (2x\\\'s) \\\"Vengeance by me assured\\\" O lion of your Lord \\\"Vengeance by me assured\\\" O lion of your Lord Haidar with tears flowing, cries in his bravery \\\"Oh sword of the wall and door do not remind me\\\" \\\"For I remember the nail that pierced her body\\\" \\\"And I wish that in my hand oh sword you had been\\\" The sword begs \\\'Ali, \\\"In your hands raise me\\\" (2x\\\'s) \\\"Haidar answer my call\\\" Oh lion of your Lord \\\"Haidar answer my call\\\" Oh lion of your Lord Haider two things for vengeance are making a call For vengeance is asking from you the door and wall Still stained upon them is her blood that on them fell With their eyes they saw Zahra\\\'s rib broken and torn For justice they\\\'ve begged Since her blood was shed Even patience it cries, Oh lion of your Lord Even patience it cries, Oh lion of your Lord

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Am I not Fatima Zahra? By: Nouri Sardar, Recited by: Ali Fadhil. Originally produced by: Ahlul-Bayt TV. A lyrical poem (marthia) about the tragedy of Hazrat Fatima (a.s.). I do not own the audio or the artwork used. Marthia Lyrics: Tell me people why my tears flow am I not Fatimah Zahra? Tell me people why my tears flow why the door and why the fire? Tell me people why the nail why do I cry and why the fire? Oh people of the world listen. I am the daughter of Ahmed. I am the rose of his vision. My name flows in the tears he sheds. I\\\'m the leader of all women, their hands to heaven by me led. So tell me why oh creation between the wall and door I bled? Am I not just? Me don\\\'t you trust? I was born pure me don\\\'t you trust? In my two eyes rest all my cries with them my wails and my screams In my two eyes rest all my cries after all the pain they have seen So I wail why the nail why do I cry and why the fire? As my tears rest beneath my eyes I ask you take me to patience. I do not know where patience lies nor do I know where is justice. I cried for Ahmed in my nights and you told me to leave this place. They pushed the door against my cries and they struck me upon my face. The broke my rib, all my worship prays against them All my worship prays against them, all my worship Do tears not flow when I tell you how my rib broke behind the door? Do not tears flow when I tell you how from my chest my blood it\\\'s poured? From the nail why the nail why do I cry and why the fire? Should I tell you about Mohsin were he to be born beautiful? But they crushed me and crushed my son from my chest by the door I fell. I heard him cry a scream of screams saying: \\\"Mother to you I tell I wish I\\\'d grown up by your side but now to your son say farewell.\\\" I talked to him this sad orphan Throughout the day and throughout night I talk to him this sad orphan now all I talk to is the night. Farewell my child. Why the nail why do I cry and why the fire?

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English Noha You take all the children By: Nouri Sardar, recited by Ali Fadhil Artwork by Various Artists A noha about Fatima Sughra, the daughter of Imam Hussain (a.s.) left behind in Madinah. Noha Lyrics: 1 I wake up to find you have left, oh father My tears drip down and they flow like a river Please come back I ask you by our Creator I have never been away from you ever I miss your scent and kiss, oh son of Haidar And my name is the sweet name of your mother You\\\'ve given me this name and you I do not blame Your mother she loved you and my love is the same (2xs) Your words I want to hear, you leave me with my tears And leave my heart broken, and leave my heart broken Chorus You take all the children, you take all the women, So why did you leave me and leave my heart broken? You leave me alone here, you leave me with my tears And leave my heart broken and leave my heart broken 2 I stand and wait at my door for your return You left me but took all the other children With every passing day I feel my heart burn I long to kiss you, your warmth is what I yearn You are my rose, my flower, and my vision Without Hussain to who am I left to turn I\\\'m surrounded by night, father you were my light I live in a shadow without hearing or sight (2xs) I long to hold you near, you leave me with my tears And leave my heart broken, and leave my heart broken 3 He tells me \\\"Oh my rose, why are your eyes wet\\\"? I tell him \\\"your absence my heart can\\\'t accept\\\" \\\"My father every night at your side I\\\'ve slept\\\" \\\"I\\\'ve never met anyone like you I\\\'ve met\\\" \\\"Your hand in my hand always I would have kept\\\" \\\"Everyday I was apart from you I\\\'ve wept\\\" He tells me \\\"oh young one, it is God\\\'s decision\\\" \\\"That you must be left here and live life an orphan\\\" (2xs) I tell him \\\"I can\\\'t bear, you leave me with my tears\\\" \\\"And leave my heart broken, and leave my heart broken\\\" 4 I ask him \\\"by Zahra why would leave me?\\\" \\\"Since my birth everyday you have been near me\\\" He tells me \\\"Oh star my death approaches me\\\" \\\"You remind me of my mother, it hurts me\\\" But I tell him \\\"I don\\\'t care if death takes me\\\" \\\"Let me die beside you father please let me\\\" \\\"With you and your body please let me be buried\\\" \\\"Together we will die this will make me happy\\\" (2xs) My loneliness I fear, you leave me with my tears And leave my heart broken, and leave my heart broken 5 You took with you my brothers, sisters and all I wish the skies both day and night on me fall Your mother cried out between the door and wall My father I cry out to the same call I cry when Shimr over your neck stands tall I shed tears when Zainab cries in Yazeed\\\'s hall I cry when the arrows make my father\\\'s blood flow They take Hussain away, leave me with his shadow (2xs) Your shadow I hold dear, you leave me with my tears And leave my heart broken, and leave my heart broken

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English Noha \\\"Father of Young Roqqaiyah\\\" by: Voices of Passion Artwork by Various artists A Noha about various martyrs of Karbala Noha Lyrics: Chorus: Father of young Ruqayya; Akber, Asghar and Sajjad Brother to al-Mujtaba, and abul-Fadhil Abbas 1 \\\"Al-Atash\\\" Rukayya cried; thirst apparent in her eyes; Allah-Allah \\\"Al-Atash\\\" Rukayya cried; sorrow in her father\\\'s eyes; Allah-Allah \\\"Al-Atash\\\" Rukayya cried; verve is in Abbas\\\'s eyes; Allah-Allah \\\"Al-Atash\\\" Rukayya cries, her eyes meet Abbas\\\'s eyes, Allah-Allah Ruqayya\\\'s hopes began to rise, her uncle would heed her cries The children gathered around; watched the flag fall to the ground From that point until her death, al-Atash had left her breath 2 Allahu Akber the adhaan came; the morning of the main campaign; Allah-Allah Akber stood facing falsehood; ready to fight protecting good; Allah-Allah Like the Prophet in every way; How did his father give him away; Allah-Allah To battle he rode unconstrained; uncle Abbas had him well trained; Allah-Allah Husayn went running at his behest; the spear embedded in his chest If Ali looked down, he\\\'d cry; what evil my son must defy Husayn pulled out that metal shard; the gates of Khayber weren\\\'t that hard 3 \\\"Hal-min nassir yansurunaa\\\"; calling out to the shia; Allah-Allah Asghar\\\'s lips so dry with thirst; denied by that army cursed; Allah-Allah Took that baby to the tent; showed them what their treatment meant; Allah-Allah Those few that still had some heart; ran towards river Furaat; Allah-Allah Hurmala raised his arrow; about to cause such great sorrow The tiny throat no longer cries; this soul with Allah resides The ground and sky are so aggrieved; that kind of blood they don\\\'t receive 4 Battle over, one man remains; tied up in hot burning chains; Allah-Allah With inner strength he maintains calm; for now he is the true Imaam; Allah-Allah Tortured and dragged through the street; this story he does repeat; Allah-Allah The message spreads so far and wide; the message of Islam survives; Allah-Allah Zainab and Imam Sajjad; sermons to Ibne-Ziyad In Shaam young Ruqayya rests; with all the pain her wounds suggest We await Al-Mehdi the holy guide; for only then will truth reside 5 Al-Hassan could not be there, but his letter his son did bare; Allah-Allah Only an Imaam could know, such foresight Hassan did show, Allah-Allah While he sought peace all his life, he knew his brother would face such strife; Allah-Allah When Qasim sought to go and fight, that letter let him give his life; Allah-Allah The young soldier could barely climb, on the horse even that time In the battle he fell off his steed, Imaam rushed out to his need Trampled Qasim is what he saw, but Imaam did not withdraw 6 Al-Atash Ruqayya cries; thirst apparent in her eyes; Allah-Allah Permission Abbas does seek; he can\\\'t help but protect the weak; Allah-Allah Haider\\\'s son so brave and pure; the flag held high and so assured; Allah-Allah At the river would he drink first; horse nor man obey their thirst; Allah-Allah He takes the mushk towards the tent; he must deliver its contents The arrow hits his eye and bag; his arms cut off he drops that flag Salaam on you brother Husayn; Islam\\\'s victory you must attain

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English Marthia Tomorrow by: Nouri Sardar Recited by Ali Fadhil Video from the Mukhtar Nameh Series Poetry about the Companions of Imam Hussain (a.s.) Lyrics: Tomorrow with these swords raised... we write an oath in our blood For endless years we\'ll be praised... with pride we welcome the dust * * * The world shall learn from our blood... and lives with us no disgrace Pride sits on all our shoulders... every man hope in his face Only destiny knows us... it\'s hand brought us to this place Angels circle our arrows Beauty engulfs our sorrow As we welcome tomorrow Tomorrow in death we\'ll sleep... with honour, death we shall meet * * * O\' grave that shall be our homes... for us reveal your carpets After we are dressed in blood... dress us in your pure garments We\'ve sold ourselves to Hussein... and left sorrow and torment We\'ve left our wives and children Our sons shall grow as orphans Our hearts Hussein as stolen Even if it\'s at this price... Hussein is our greatest guide * * * Upon us God has his eye... the Lord watches over us Our lives were made for Hussein... and this service we entrust The Lord shall see our service... as we throw away our lust We throw away our evil And welcome death and angels To craft a beautiful world Our blood shall build the future... and justice it shall ensure * * * The poets shall draw for us... a picture of such beauty The future shall testify... Hussein is worth our bodies Oppression will not prevail... for it\'s blood our swords thirsty We are thirsty for our deaths With martyrdom we are blessed As we welcome our last breaths Haider\'s name sits on our tongue... our battle-cry and our song * * * Tomorrow let the world watch... a golden road we shall pave Its cement is our bodies... its gold the death that we crave Upon it millions shall walk... when they visit Hussein\'s grave Indeed we teach the nations To Hussein lives are given For Hussein fates are written Judgement Day it shall be known... Hussein\'s servants are his crown