Awaiting the Awaited One

Words begin to fail me this time

As I begin to write from this heart of mine

They did not come so easily

And my hands shook readily

From the shame and fear

That I do not know my Imam and my eyes tear

My eyes tear that I do not know him

As serving him does not mean I beat my chest for Hussain in vain

While I wait for his reappearance

from his lengthy disappearance

What does it mean to

Await the Awaited One..?

The Promised one

The Savior of Humanity old and young

The one who Prophet Jesus will pray behind him with a true tongue

The one whose mother was a Roman Princess

Held captive becoming a free slave in an instant

Born in secrecy even his birth was awaited

In suspense, fear, and desire despite the hated

Imam at 5, a child prodigy

From Muhammad’s Progeny

Is his name Muhammad Al Mahdi

The Guiding One

The One who Guides the hearts lost

In this world’s temptations, we get so lost

Forgetting our past, history, and cause

Do we not stop and pause?

To think, to meditate, and contemplate

What it means to be a virtuous human of weight

To love our brothers and sisters in humanity

As our Amir Ali  and Amira Fatima taught us in his service to humanity

Ya Mahdi

He is the living Imam Ali of our time

He is the living Imam Hassan of our time

He is the living Imam Hussain of our time

Labbayk Ya Hussain We Cry

And say we wish we were with you that day and time

Yet why do we not give him of our time

To get rid of our soul’s grime

As he is THE Imam of our time

72 years gone the first time

and comes and goes he does from time to time

Appearing and offering prayers In Jamkaran and Karbala

In our visions, dreams, and between worlds

In the direction of the blessed and holy Ka3ba

Will we ever see him other than in these words

In the Name of our Beloveds

How are we preparing for him and his lovers

A promised legion of three thirteen

Of old and young wearing the green

Of Ale Bayt Yaseen