The last poem I wrote was on the 1st of Muharram, and I wrote it as I watched them change the flag on the dome of Imam Hussein (a.s) from red to black.
I really want to write another poem, but every time I sit down to write, it's pretty much my last poem that I want to write out again, but with more intensity, more emotion, more yearning. It's frustrating only because I feel slightly useless not doing anything else for Ahlulbayt (a.s), but in a way, it's a relief knowing that the "flame is still burning".
Allahumma irzoqni ziyaratel Hussein (a.s)
