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Written by Sukaina Champsi

In these last few days of Dhil Hijjah, the moon slowly starts to wane as the nights of Muharram approach.

My heart is heavy and wants to request Imam Husayn (as) to take slower steps now that the land of bala is near.

Ya Husayn, take slower steps for these are the last few days that your family and companions will be together.

Ya Husayn, take slower steps, as these are the last few days with Uncle Abbas’ flag in sight, the children feel safe and without fear.

Ya Husayn, take slower steps, as these are the last few days that the fathers and mothers will be able to hold their children near.

Ya Husayn, take slower steps, as these are the last few days that Zaynab (sa), and Umm Kulthum (sa) can rest knowing that their knights are protecting them.

Ya Husayn, take slower steps, as the ladies take comfort in the buzzing sound of prayers.

Ya Husayn, take slower steps, as these are the last few days before even baby Ali Asghar (as) becomes shaheed.

Ya Husayn, take slower steps, as these are the last few days that your Kaafela can see your shining faces still attached to your bodies.

Ya Husayn, take slower steps, as these are the last few days…

اللهم عجل لوليك الفرج

Allahumma ‘ajil lee Walyikal Faraj, Ya Allah

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