Our Master And Leader is Hussain!

Our master and leader is Hussain,
The peace in our hearts is Husssain.
Whisper of his followers and lovers,
Say Nothing but Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain.

Except you, I have no other thought,
My kin, my belongings,
My life and devotion.
To the dark tale of the killing field,

The pouring rain we weep.
Grieving and mourning you these nights,
Alongside the martyrs we weep.
Our tears keen of the Al-furaat,

Our Imam got killed for water.
By our Molaa, the leader, we remain,
From Ashura is the zeal that we gain.
Lovers! And believers say Bismillah!

The path to Jannah is from Karbala!
While I’m alive, I’ll never abandon Ali,
Every Day is Ashura,
Every Land is Karbala.

Oh heir to Hussain’s blood!
Mahdi, son of Zahra, arrive!
Defend us from the tyrants,
Fly to us oh proof from Allah.

© Shuhab Abro

Morning Sunshine!

As I feel thankful to god when
The morning sun fills my room

When I see you,
I feel as much thankful

For granting me this light as yourself
To this worthless servant as myself.

© Shuhab Abro

Meteoroid!

Something inside me,
Refused to breathe
And now I’m falling from the sky
I’m a meteoroid
And I’m coming towards the ground
I’m breathless and I will fall
Nothing can stopt me, I’m fire
And I will destroy you all
I’m waving my own flag
Red one, symbol of hazard.
My head won’t ache
When I’ll hear your cry.
Death is almost there
And it will rain wash away.
I’m breathless
And I’m already dead
Being [breathlessnes] killed me
I don’t even remember how many times
I’m out of my lines
Natural disaster with courage
I’m coming for you.

© Shuhab Abro

A Shikarpuri Old Woman

It was a pretty sunny day here in Karachi yesterday, I was at the Urdu bazar along with my friend Agha Mubashir. After buying some books we were looking for some chai (Teaand then we just found a little Dhaba (Hotelthere. We ordered two cups of chai, and started some tittle-tattle suddenly this old woman, who was sitting next to us forwarded her hand towards me where a jug of water was placed on the table. I was so tired, that’s why I said immediately, Maaf karo Amma (pardon me/please leave). Then this beautiful scenario came into existence.

This brilliant old lady said beta maaf karna me paani utha rahi hun, pee lun? (Pardon me son, but I’m taking the jug of water can I have it?). HAHA! I became quiet and I was feeling so embarrassed I was thinking about what the heck I just did. Later I asked her, Amma chai piyogi? (would you like to take tea?she said nahi beta mene usko bol diya hy (No son, I have already ordered one for me.)

At that moment I was feeling so impressed of her sharpness, then we started talking to her and I was so conscious to hear more and more about her. I asked her where is she from, where is she living in Karachi? how many family members are they? and many of the other things. And later we told her about ourselves like where are we from, what we are doing now a days and so on.

During interviewing and after that she was continually wishing for us to become gentlemen, one of the most important thing is that she was from our very own city Larkana, she belongs from shikarpur district. she was very sharp and bright women I have ever met in bazars or streets. she was wishing for us until she was gone.