of Dust 
under the dust that rare treasure
knighting as “The Father of Dust” became 
that never had any restful sleep in this world
eyes and the sleep, afar the eyes and the comfort
for dying, though was not the Lord of death
gravediggers found no armor except his body’s veil 
Its Edict no one enters the universe or departs 
this Being who can ever stop the passage of time
the sun-disk borrowed underneath the ground
shall arise again in orbit at the next dawn! 
of Ahmad the sun and his brothers the stars 
stars deserve only stones and the rocks
 This poem is adaptation from Wesaal Shrazi’s
Eulogies for Ahlel-Bayt or the household members of the Prophet MohammadPBUH.
This poem was written about 300 years ago in Shiraz Iran. This poem was
written as belated eulogy for the assassination of the Imam Ali the
cousin of the Prophet. I have adapted this for the African AIDS victim
who got no honorable burial or eulogies. I am sure that Commander of
the Believers Imam Ali if he was alive would have commissioned me to
write for these innocent silent people.
 The nickname “The Father of Dust” in Arabic
Abu-Torab was given to Imam Ali, the subject of this poem. Stories tell
that he was sleeping under a palm tree dusted up and Prophet jokingly
called him that nickname. I am not sure about the origin. I thought it
is a nice nickname for African AIDS victims who are sprawling in dust
suffering from HIV affliction.
 “Body’s veil” means, between the man and his enemies
and later the gravediggers there was no armor except his body like a
Hijab (veil) i.e. something thin and ineffective, indication of
 ‘It’ is the Creator.
 We think our loved ones dying are buried and gone,
Wesaal narrates that like the sun-disk borrowed at dusk into the earth,
like a body placed underneath the ground, at the next dawn or the
afterlife shall resurrect again bright and ever-lustrous. Only the
foolish think that these beautiful people dying from AIDS are forgotten
by Allah. They are only forgotten by the wealthy in their comfortable
homes, cushy jobs and arrogant amnesia, but the Creator shall raise
them from their graves like suns arising at the dawn.
 ‘Ahmad’ is another name for the Prophet MohammadPUH
which both are extracted from the root ‘Hamd’ meaning praiseworthy.
People found the prophet crying in a graveyard. They asked him whom he
is crying for? He replied “For my brothers”. People around him
(companions) said but aren’t we your brothers, he replied, “My brothers
are those who follow me though had never seen me”. In the original poem
it was the word companions but I switched it to brothers since the AIDS
victims did not see the Prophet.
By Dara Shayda