Ya Hussain (a.s) my heart yearns for you like Jacob's heart yearned for Joseph.
My emotions are engulfed with diverse feelings of euphoria and dolour.
The sadness of bearing separation from you is so great that my heart cannot contain.
Missing you is a painful distress.
The patience that I have to seek and sustain until I am blessed to visit you again is becoming into a deep sorrow that is being carved into my existence.
But then I ask myself, how did my Great Lady Zainab (a.s) bear your separation and sought patience while she kept a weather eye on how the galloping horses trampled and crushed your ribs.
Then my heart suppresses in pain and I remember the crushed ribs of your mother Fatima (a.s). I go into contemplation about the young Mohsin when the mourns of the orphaned children of Karbala awaken me .
Ya Hussain (a.s), without you the home of my heart is an empty space.
I learnt freedom from you and I learnt the Quran's meaning from you.
Ya Hussain (a.s), I have been burnt by the blazing fire of your love.
Without you, my eyes have no beauty to admire and my ears have no love story to hear.