A Poem for our master, the Servert of Allah (Imam Hussien) is what I am going to read. For I know this is by far brings great blessing. My love for you is so true that I shout your name (Hussien), heartbroken if only you knew and my tears will drop in vain for you. You are so close to my heart. You were born on the 3rd of Shaban and you were a gift from The Rahman. Your father is the Lion on God, the man who lifted the door of Khayber. He was gate of knowledge and leader of the poor. Your mother was the Radiant Flower who fragrance is still felt. She loved you so much whenever you spoke, her heart was always touched. Without resting data and night you fought the enemy to show who is upon righteousness'. Your sight was not to gain authority by force but to bring people back to the remembrance of there lord. Thanks to you Islam is still the true path . Whenever your clildren went the spread the message of love not hate.
What we need to do is -- stop complaining and fill our hearts with gratitude. Allah The Most High has guaranteed. "If you are grateful, I will grant you increase;" Continue to recite this prayer: اَللَّهُمَّ إِنَّكَ عَفْوٌ تٌحِبٌّ العَفْوَ فَأَعْفَوْ عَنِّي. Oh Allah! You are most forgiving, you love to forgive, so forgive me.