Folded

Muslims say to me "What you do is out of the fold of Islam."

No matter.
I am wrapped in the folds
Of Suqqaina's burning dress.,
Itself folded in dread
While the little body it wraps
Runs and runs to Kufa,
Calling for her grandfather,
Her plees pursed to her lips,

"Where were you when Ammu fell?
Where was your sword when father fell?"

I am stretched and
scorched with those folds.
Let me ask you, Muslim,
Where were you when those
Folds were lambent
Weeping with me
Or carrying the flame?

Where are the Muslims
When her father falls?

By Ali.A.Naqvi