Rain

I just didn’t fully appreciate the value of water back in Canada
Here in Morocco rain is liberation

From dust and crust  

This year the rain has finally come on the day of ‘Âshûra’
On a day like today Allah forgave our grandfather Sayyidinâ Adam
Put out the fire for Sayyidinâ Ibrâhîm
Spoke directly to Sayyidinâ Mûsâ
Healed Sayyidinâ Ayyûb
Reunited Sayyidinâ Yûsuf with his father
Released Sayyidinâ Yûnus from the whale
Opened the sea for Sayyidinâ Mûsa and drowned his enemies
Forgave Sayyidinâ Dâwûd
Restored the kingdom of Sayyidinâ Sulaymân
Entered Sayyidinâ ‘Isâ still alive into paradise
Salam! Salam! Salam! Peace be upon them all on this day of rain
It was a day like today that Sayyidinâ Nûḥ was saved from the waves
And I am flooded with love
Sailing safe on the Ark of the prince of martyrs
Our master Ḥusayn
Blessed is his name
On a day like today
He was freed
The tyrant was killed when he killed
And the people of the highest house
Burst into infinite life as they died
For us

Now the blood of martyrs is merciful rain
My ark is a train
Outside the window Morocco celebrates
‘Âshûrâ’ drums drum
Raindrop fingers beat the rooftops
Children laugh
Rocks rock
Trees dance
Flowers shower
And my heart softens with the soil
As I sit comfortably in the warmth of this mercy train
Speeding towards my station