Sajjad’s tears

Posted in Uncategorized on December 12, 2014 by Revolutionary Tears

They ask me for what reason
Do I sit and grieve
A man who died so long ago
But I will never stop to cry
And my tears will never be enough
Because for Hussain I should have died

These tears that for Hussain
Will only increase
Even if I cry oceans
They will never cease

But my tears can never compare
To the tears of Sajjad
Who would pass by butchers
Cutting meat and inquire
Did you quench this animal’s thirst
And when they replied
Yes, of course
My Sajjad would start to cry
And asked them do you know
The state in which my father died?
When they slaughtered him
His throat was bone dry
His liver was broken
His lips were like stone
And his eyes were sunken
But he was alone

Then he asked the butcher
Did you cut the animal his jugular vein
Did you sharpen your knife
To end his suffering and reduce the pain
When he replied
Yes, Of course
The Imam would le out a cry
Do you know the state in which
My father was died?
It takes you one try
To cut this throat
But when Shimr murdered my father
He used a blunted knife
It took him 13 times
To cut through his bone
Connecting his head to his spine
Do you realize
Than in all this pain he was still alive?

Then when Zain-ul-abideen
Was given food and water
He began to weep and scream
The Son of the Prophet of Allah
Was martyred hungry and thirsty
The Son of the Prophet of Allah
Was martyred hungry and thirsty
Then his cries would continue
Until his tears created a puddle
And soaked all his food
His tears made his water salty
And his stomach remained empty

When they asked Sajjad
Why is it your tears will not cease
He answered
Ya’qoob lost Yusuf
And his hair turned grey
And his eyes became blind
And his back bent in sorrow
All while Yusuf was still alive
While I
Saw my whole family martyred
In front of my eyes
how can I ever stop my cries?

Then when people asked
What was the hardest for you to bear
What is it that causes you the most tears?
He would say
AsSham AsSham AsSham
Didn’t they recognize
The sons of Muhammad and Ali
The daughters of Khadija and Fatima
But their hearts were hard
And clouded with greed
The heads of my father
And brothers were held high on spears
And these ladies from the house of nabi
These flowers so pure
Who should be treated so delicately
Were taken in chains
And treated with cruelty
Their chadors were taken
Their heads left bear

If I told you more you wouldn’t believe
If I told you the whole story
Your heart would stop beating
And you would die from grief
Tell me now how can I ever stop
Shedding tears?
My eyes will cry oceans
They’ll flood the earth and the seas
But they will never stop
Crying for Hussain’s tragedy


Posted in Uncategorized on November 16, 2014 by Revolutionary Tears

Knowledge is power.

The White Omen

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on October 19, 2014 by Revolutionary Tears

This is a story that I wrote a few years back in the form of a Native American story from a Native American storyteller.

I remembered it because of this post by Jeff Nguyen about Columbus Day which you can read here:

In our tribe we keep dream catchers for our children as they sleep. Lately, even the high chiefs of the tribe have started to keep dream catchers at their side as they sleep. It is because they have been haunted by the white omen. He makes even the bravest of all men cry and wail like babies after they have just been born, only this cry is strange to man. It is unnatural, just as all things brought by the white omen.

Sometimes, when men believe they might be brave enough to have escaped these nightmares they put their dream catcher away, only to be filled with horror. Worst of all nightmares was one dreamt by Bidzil, or strong, one of the greatest warriors of our tribe. He said the dream started as if it was a normal day, like any other. He was going with the other men, to find the buffalo herd. He took his bow and arrow, prayed for forgiveness from the buffalo, but just before he shot the arrow he heard it, and the buffalo collapsed. The world devoured in a sea of darkness around him. All he could see was the white omen on his sacred dog.

The white omen grew larger, demanding more and more, in increasing rage. He threw a fit as a child often does screaming for gold and land. Suddenly, all Bidzil could see was spots, filled with pus. He saw his companions reappear, dazed and vomiting, getting weaker and weaker. He looked down at the spots growing onto him, as his head became a pounding drum. As his knees buckled and he landed on the barren earth he took one last look at the white omen as he laughed at the weakness of Bidzil and his people. It was over, the white Omen would finish him.

When he had finally lost all hope, Bidzil saw something change, the darkness disintegrated and the white omen whimpered as he turned to dust. Bidzil could feel himself slowly rising and watched as his tribesmen did the same.

“It is over,” he said as he and his and his companions slowly rose. The sky cleared as the buffalo moved along. Bidzil woke up to see his daughter, Abedabun, sight of day.

“Noshi, father, I saw you stirred so I brought you a dream catcher.” As Bidzil turned to the dreamcatcher, he saw all of his nightmare caught in its web, as it should be.

Gum and Black Eyes

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on October 12, 2014 by Revolutionary Tears

I’m going to stray a bit from my usual style, but I need to write something before this blog dies and what I wanted to write is still important to think about nonetheless.

The concept of humans taking responsibilities for their actions in its simplest for is not a difficult one to grasp. For example, if someone were to punch you, even by accident you would expect them to talk responsibility for that action by apologizing and then possibly getting you some ice for your black eye.

simple right?

Why is it then, that when on a larger scale, there are people that not only refuse to take responsibility for their actions, but do even worse. It’s as if that person that punched you in the face tells you that they didn’t do it, or worse, blames you for putting your face in the way of their fist.

An example that was shocking to me was that of UN’s relationship with Haiti. As a disclaimer a lot of the work that the UN does is good, true humanitarian work, but this situation was a new level of disappointment.

After the earthquake in Haiti in 2010, UN peace troopers went to Haiti to try and help with the aftermath, but what they brought with them from Nepal was a cholera that spread through Haiti causing an epidemic. The peacekeeper’s site was constructed poorly, resulting in the sewage from the site draining into the main water source of the country.

This is the part where the UN should take responsibility for their mistake and try to do something to compensate for it.

Sadly, that was not their response.

Even after a lawsuit was filed against them with thousands of stories from Haitians whose family members died, the UN still denies all responsibility to this day.

This seems to end up being the case for many large corporations, governments, and organizations.

America never said “We’re sorry we completely destroyed Iraq and Vietnam and killed innocent civilians and people”
or even if they did, there wasn’t any compensation for it

Another prime example of this is the Zionists playing the victim card to further expand, invade, and destroy Palestine (this would be like the guy who blames you for putting your face in the way of their fist.)

People should take responsibility for their actions no matter how much “power” they have the same way that celebrities that break the law should be treated the same as anyone else. I’m talking about you Justin Bieber.

And please don’t be the guy that puts gum at the bottom of a desk. Just walk to a trash can like a civil human being.

This post is very unorganized, but it was fun to write.

Paris Underground

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on July 28, 2014 by Revolutionary Tears
DIgital art that I made about the hijab ban in France.

DIgital art that I made about the hijab ban in France.

Rebuilding Detroit

Posted in Uncategorized on March 24, 2014 by Revolutionary Tears

Rebuilding Detroit

This is the second piece in a series based on Ayad Alkadhi’s work.

Ayad Alkadhi’s website


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on March 24, 2014 by Revolutionary Tears



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