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Shedding the Blood of the Innocents By Ziarul Poetry by Ziarulhoque

They hurried by night They hid by day From the great Furat they drank In one place they did not stay Taking shelter in the date palms In the fierce hot desert Their small forms were drawn and wearied By the world and its tribulations With courage burning in their hearts And with only one determination To carry the message to the Imam A promise fulfilled would be their elation Called from above by their father The boys awoke with a sob They were not intended to stay in this world One told the other to have patience Captured by a brute The older child said: “O man! Kill me first for my promise to fulfil For my Mother left my brother in my care” With their last prayers performed by the great Furat Martyred were the sons of Muslim Their small bodies floated away together They were the Tiflan-e-Muslim