On Which Side Shall You Stand When The Skies Rain Blood? (Ya Hussein Is…)

by Madd Cold (Jonathan Azaziah, Mouqawamah Music EXCLUSIVE)

When a tyrant puts his sword to the oppressed…

Will you watch and cower, your courage proper soured and your nerves got devoured at the thought of a man being tortured in duress…

Or will you raise your voice and tell him to stop it at once…

You make peace with your Creator because you made your choice and yelled at the top of your lungs…

That you won’t be silent as injustice unfolds…

And you tell the rest of the crowd, don’t be quiet, we can stomach the blows…

We can deal with the cuts, we can cope with the bruises…

But we cannot live with our dignity broken, snapped like necks choking in nooses…

We cannot breathe knowing we let the tyrannical commit crimes…

We had the keys but we chose to let the manacles just sit fine…

Are your shackles comfortable? Are your chains soothing to your skin?

Well if not, then you can no longer make excuses for the abusiveness within…

Can you not hear the cries of Ya Hussein, like music in the wind…

Can you not feel the rhymes of Ya Hussein, so beautiful, this din…

On this day of pain and triumph, that was ordained by lions, this day of Ashoura…

The day after we prayed on Tasua…

The day when the skies rained blood after Imam Hussein (A.S.) was slain in Karbala…

This day, which is so much more than a ritual, a prayer or a story…

This day, which is the Imam’s miracle, his stand and his glory…

This day, when we march in defiance of the Sufyani-Dajjalic alliance, to commemorate the martyrdom of our Master…

This day, when Imam Hussein (A.S.) maintained his patience and calm and told the most oppressive, your darkness isn’t a factor…

This Ashoura, when the oppressed ‘round the globe refuse to bow as drones, and scream to the aggressors, I won’t cave…

This Ashoura, when the oppressed aren’t shook of the concealed, they run to their destiny like Abbas, Muslim and Aqeel, and chant Ya Hussein!!!

This Ashoura, when we remember the body of Imam Hussein died that day, but not his soul or spirit…

And every Labaykah ya Hussein!!! and you know you’re prone to hear it…

Reminds you he is with us by decree of ALLAH (SWT) and it gives us the most hopeful feeling…

Yes the Imam…

Sacrificed himself for precious Islam…

But it was so much more than just that, it was purer than that, and anyone who says otherwise, their perspective is wrong….

With his sacrifice, evil fell, an entirely new ethos swelled, the Husseini essence was born…

Out of the calamity of this day, humanity had been saved, a line had been etched and been drawn…

That delineated what was oppression and what was resistance….

The latter, Hussein, the former, the genocidal drunkard Yazid, the epitome of rough and malicious…

But through the grace of Lady Zaynab and perseverance of Imam Zayn al-Abideen, Hussein remained, and the shaytanic Yazid couldn’t crush his existence…

Ya Muhammad and Ya Ali, of course you are with us as well…

You are the lights before Hussein, who ensured Hussein, it is only because of you that we can sift through this hell….

Hussein carried on your legacies and challenged all your enemies and battered them, with his sanctified flesh and blood…

Ya Hussein, you are the victory embodied, the pain itself, the tears and the blood and the rain itself, you gave yourself so we could know truth, that’s a great, sublime, special love…

In every age, we see the divide, Husseini vs. Yazidist defined in the struggle between empires and indigenous…

Between the oppressed masses, the wretch classes, and the rich liars and the hypocrites…

Between the men of God and the minions of the prince of fire and the mischievous…

In every age, we see a replay of what happened on that fateful day on Iraq’s sands…

And some come to your defense, the screams of Ya Hussein are like thunder and immense, but others, they will not stand…

Maybe it’s fear, maybe it’s something else…

Like the Yazidist promises of tons of power and tons of wealth…

Or maybe they just don’t know, and once they do, their soul glows and they regret being buried in lies and spoofs…

Ya Hussein envelops their heart and their brain, they’re ready to die for you…

Ya Aba Abdallah, when we ask the slum youth, on which side shall you stand when the skies have rained blood…

They chant Ya Hussein fam and Ya Hussein bruv….

Your name is exalted, from Ashoura 680 to the modern era…

You are the modern champion of freedom while your nemesis Yazid is the modern terror…

Today it is International Zionism which uses Yazid’s slaughterous and vicious tactics…

And today, you are manifested in the form of the Resistance Axis…

When we see Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah’s face, we see yo’ light…

And when we gaze upon the Islamic Republic of Iran we see it too and it beams so bright…

Ya Hussein is Hizbullah defeating the illegitimate Jewish “state” whenever they do battle…

Ya Hussein is Qassam and Islamic Jihad under the bombs in Gaza, but never do they rattle…

Ya Hussein is Palestine, its cause and the struggle to liberate it from those who have stolen its land…

Ya Hussein is the Palestinian youngster facing a tank with a stone in his hand…

Ya Hussein is the Syrian Arab Army smashing the Takfiri scourge…

Ya Hussein is the memory of Ayatollah Sayyed Muhammad Baqir al-Sadr, you are dearly mourned…

Ya Hussein is Iran’s Revolutionary Guard, whose guerilla mastery is unreal…

Ya Hussein is Hajj Imad Mughniyeh, gone sadly but it is still your strategy on the field…

Ya Hussein is the Houthis, who are too smooth and blessed for words…

Put a beatdown on the Saudis and with the Ansarullah revolution, gave Riyadh a second burn…

Ya Hussein is the Bahraini people standing up to the Khalifa regime…

Because you can’t let a British-installed monarchy beat up your dreams…

Ya Hussein is the struggle of Qatif, where there are breaches and screams…

For Ayatollah Nimr al-Nimr and we’ll continue to screech ‘till he’s free…

Ya Hussein is Bolivarian Venezuela, Bolivia and their allies, defying America…

Ya Hussein is the little Pakistani girl who refuses to be scared, even though up in the sky there’s a Predator…

Ya Hussein is Iraq, still marching in Karbala, Kufa, Kazimiyah, Najaf and Samarra with the bombs around…

With millions of pilgrim brothers and sisters beside us, because with you Ya Hussein, we’re on solid ground…

Ya Hussein is the defense of Al-Aqsa and the reclamation of Mecca and Medina from Saudi rule…

Ya Hussein is how we live and how we do…

Ya Hussein is how we fight and how we move…

Ya Hussein is how we supplicate and how we fly…

Ya Hussein is howwe bleed and how we die…

And it’s not bowing to oppression because we really hate it…

Ya Hussein is telling Yazid we will never be affiliated…

Ya Hussein is telling Yazid we will never be humiliated…

Ya Hussein is telling the Zionists today that their schemes were bungled…

No matter how many they kill and how much they destroy, we just look at all the scenes that crumbled…

And chant Ya Hussein, ‘cause we remain pristine and humbled…

We knew the pouring of blood surely would come, but through your sacrifice, we’ve already won, Ya Hussein, nothing in this world can keep us from you…

~ The End ~

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