The valorous intercessor

(By Samaneh Nazerian) Last night in a dream, I was left out on a limb, Empty of power and gold, In a grave, murk and cold! There was no light, It was a dark night, I was thirsty, It was nasty, Stone was my pillow, The place was narrow, I had lost my head, Was filled with dread, No one for aid, No child, no mate, Could hear me there, So hard to bear, Just read Quran, Left me alone! I was filled with dread, Terrible! I was dead! Dead, and dead, Was it the end?!! No… Two angels come in, And start asking: “What’s the name of you? Who has created you? Thou, the sinner, hey! Tell us your gods’ names? Account for your deeds, Good, evil indeed?” When I reflected on, Whatever I had done, I realized, I was not wise; Deeply regretted doing not well, I was on the way to the Hell! With heavy chains around my hands and legs, I arrived at the door of the blaze! But, all of a sudden, When sky was sullen, Almighty opened the door, God’ mercy took the floor, And a man came in, Hard to believe in, He was glittery, Full of bravery, His face was light, His brow, so bright, His hair, a river of passion, His heart was verve with compassion, His dress shining in a green, I’ve never ever seen, Carpets of wings spread for him, Angels bowed their heads to him, Men of Heaven followed him, Respecting him, like a dean! And all whispering, …… “Come on, see? Who is he? Fatima (SA)’s Hussein (AS)! Nay, Best on the Judgment Day, Is here for intercession, To reply to a true affection!” Coming to me, Smiled on me, I was ashamed, He saw the chains, He told the men, To free the man, “Give him shelter, My true lover, His mom gave to him birth, Smelling my name on her breath, He knows me well, Ashura as well, The day’s message, And its’ passage, He has censured all oppression, Imposed on me with aggression, Care for the oppressed flowed through him, Ashura’s addresses are well known to him, He will live in Heaven, Neighboring me, then, Whoever is with us, Will live in paradise!