Sukaina Cried

…Sukayna cried…
At the throat-parching, soul-tearing infant’s thirst
…Sukayna cried…
At the darkening skies concealing the earth’s shame
…Sukayna cried…
For all the brothers, cousins and uncles who went out
...Sukayna cried...
For the blood-drenched, death-quenched baby
…Sukayna cried…
On seeing the empty death-filled rocking cradle
…Sukayna cried…
As she held onto Dhuljanaah’s legs and pleaded with the horse
…Sukayna cried…
As she listened to her father’s heartbeat for the last time
…Sukayna cried…
When the Imam sought her permission to go to the field
…Sukayna cried…
When she heard the shriek of her aunt, mother and brother
…Sukayna cried…
When she realized she had been orphaned and her mother widowed
…Sukayna cried…
For she knew the trials were only beginning
…Sukayna cried…
As the tents were burnt and the belongings scattered
…Sukayna cried…
When her ear lobes were torn and the earrings snatched
…Sukayna cried…
As she asked which way Najaf was, the abode of her grandfather
...Sukayna cried...
For every hoof that stamped upon her father's chest
...Sukayna cried...
During the long wait for the uncle who never returned
...Sukayna cried...
At the sight of the unveiled heads and dismembered bodies
…Sukayna cried…
As she took water to the youngest one first
…Sukayna cried…
As they were paraded through the market like goods
…Sukayna cried…
In the prison cell in Shaam that would be her home
…Sukayna cried…
As she related their sufferings to those who would listen
...Sukayna cried...
And her gentle pure tears broke this heart of stone
…Sukayna cried…
And for that the Shias’ eyes will never dry.