Search Result in All

Description:

\\\"Moon of Muharram\\\" English Noha By: Voices of Passion Artwork by Various Artists A Noha introducing the story of Karbala. Noha Lyrics: Chorus The moon of Muharram, times of sadness have come The crescent has now arrived, casting gloom on Karbala, casting gloom on Karbala 1 Betrayal by the Kufans, set this moon on its course Calling out for their guide, treachery with no remorse Muslim and his sons, what a tragedy Oh what a calamity, the moon bleeds to forsee 2 On the ninth it heard the prayers of those pure souls Fought the rising sun, for perhaps this could be its role Akber\\\'s adhaan so clear, this moon filled with fear How will it possibly arise and see the state of those dear? 3 It saw the six month infant, no water but an arrow That night it shone its light on, Rabaab filled with such sorrow To see my Asghar I crave, I hear nothing but his cries Oh sun please do not arise, and with this mother sympathise 4 Witnessed it the trampling on Shaame Gharibaa Saw that night the terror, bodies scattered afar Tents looted and on fire, earrings snatched from Rukayya This moon also in such pains, this household bound in chains 5 From this month my bibi, had to wander veilless Zahra\\\'s grave is restless, for her daughter, princess The cloak of purity, for this mother so holy The beloved of Fatema paraded in the bazaar

Description:

Fatima You English noha by: Voices of Passion Artwork by various artists A noha about the tragedy of Ashura in Karbala Noha Lyrics: Fatema you have given all of your family for Allah There is your son standing alone, calling for help to Allah 1 Where is the flag-bearer of Islam, to support him ya Allah? Where is Akber to comfort him, the reminder of Rasullulah? Where is Asghar with such parched lips, he was so thirsty, Ya Allah? 2 Your backbone Abbas, he loved his niece Ruqayya, your daughter He offered his arms and his right eye, just to fetch her water An empty mashk, a fallen flag, the moon of Hashemites, slaughtered 3 Hazrat Akber, like the Prophet in his looks and soul He tasted death but to Allah was his ultimate goal Standing for truth, his sacrifice, sweeter than honey ya Allah 4 Baby Asghar, he was so thirsty but he still answered the call, On the desert plain, slain heartlessly, just six months, so small Neither the sky nor the sacred land, would accept his blood, Ya Allah 5 A broken back, a blood-stained beard, where can he turn now Allah? This is the son, of the Prophet\'s daughter, Lady Zahra, When he is gone what will happen to Zainab, Ya Allah? 6 Zuljanah must carry Imaam to the battlefield, to fight, But he won\'t leave, Ruqayya is clinging to his legs, so tight, She is pleading, father don\'t go, just imagine Husayn\'s plight 7 Shaame Gharibaa, the tents alight no rest for the kafela, A young girl whose ears are bleeding, searches, oh father Asleep at last, on a headless chest, Zainab discovers Ruqayya 8 Answer me this, Ya Imaam-e-Zamaan when will you come to avenge them all With tears of blood, we await you to come and relieve us all This tragedy, it weighs so deep, give us patience Ya Allah