Hoping to be human someday!

Mo’jza-e-Husain (A.S.)

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

On the 10th of Muharram, 1431 AH, 2009, more than 40 of my Azadar brothers lost their lives to a suicide bombing in the Ashurah procession to commemorate the martyrdom of Imam Husain (A.S.) and His companions (A.S.).

Here is a first hand account of my friend’s relative who was at the blast site:

I was standing on the foot path, across the road where the blast happened. When it did, I was knocked down and for five minutes I lost all my senses and lay there. When I got up, all was dark.

Now watch the footage below.

Can you see any of the Alam-bearers fall, right ahead of the blast site? None fell, no Ziarat was martyred. When people were knocked off their feet by the blast wave, why didn’t the Alam-bearers, holding Alams well above 15 feet in length, fall?

And the procession continued on with it’s journey with a stronger will.

This is what happens when you mess with Azadars. Our resolve to mourn the Martyrs of Karbala (A.S.) strengthens, even if it means certain death!

Chahay jitna bhi zulm ho jaaye, Maatam-e-Husain (A.S.) nahin rukay ga!

Kar lo jo karna hai…

30.12.2009 Amazing, Captives of Karbala(A.S.), Enemies of the Ahle Bayt (A.S.), General Knowledge, History, Husain(A.S), Martyrs Of Karbala(A.S.), Pakistan, Reflections, Religious, Society, Zain-ul-Abideen(A.S.) 5 Comments

Husain And The Faithful

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

Pitched upon the scorching desert,
The tent of Husain lay,
Encompassed round with Satan’s hounds…
Upon that black sad day.

They numbered less that eighty strong,
Women and children too,
While Yazid’s thousands stood around,
Awaiting the Fiend’s lure.

Oh! How valiantly fought that pitiful few,
Against Yazid’s wild murderers,
Fought with a courage unequaled in time,
Fought with fierceness that was surely Divine.

The earth quaked and trembled as noon drew near,
But still the survivors knew no fear,
But fever grew that pitiful band,
For Islam, God & Husain they stand.

At last, all were dead, the Devil had won,
Blood-red sank down the merciless sun,
Trampled and torn lay the gallant Husain,
For Islam, and God, the Faithful were slain.

H. G. Wells

11.11.2009 Captives of Karbala(A.S.), Enemies of the Ahle Bayt (A.S.), History, Husain(A.S), Martyrs Of Karbala(A.S.), World 2 Comments

Eid And The Origin Of Sheer Khurma

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

Ramzan passed in Madinah and Eid arrived. Hasan (A.S.) and Husain (A.S.) came to their mother and said:

“Tomorrow is Eid. All the children will be wearing new clothes. Where are ours?”

Lady Fatimah (S.A.), knowing that there were no new clothes for the children, replied:

“Go to sleep, the tailor will bring them shortly.”

The children went to sleep and the mother got busy with her prayers.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. Lady Fatimah (S.A.) went to the door and asked,  “Who is it?”

“Rizwan-e-Jannat, the tailor of Hasnain (A.S.). I’ve brought their clothes.”

Lady Fatimah (S.A.) opened the door and told him where to put the clothes. He left.

**************

In the morning, both Hasan (A.S.) and Husain (A.S.) came to the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.W.), wearing new clothes but looking sad. The Prophet (S.A.W.W.) inquired why they were sad.

“Our clothes are white. We don’t want white clothes.”

Jibraeel appeared beside the Prophet (S.A.W.W.).

“I have brought the water of Salsabeel. Please ask which colors they want and I’ll color their clothes.”

The Prophet (S.A.W.W.) turned to his elder grandson.

“My dear Hasan, which color do you want?”

“I want green clothes, Grandfather!”

Jibraeel poured the water on Hasan’s (A.S.) dress and it turned green. Then the Prophet (S.A.W.W.) looked at Husain (A.S.).

“My dear Husain, which color do you want?”

“I want red clothes, Grandfather!”

Jibraeel poured the water on Husain’s (A.S.) clothes and they turned red. Then he left.

But the children still looked sad.

The Prophet (S.A.W.W.) again inquired about the reason of sadness to which they replied that they did not have a camel to ride like the other children. The Holy Prophet (S.A.W.W.) then got down on his knees and asked both children to climb on his back and hold his long hair as reins!

Round and round he went in the courtyard of Masjid-e-Nabawi but still the children looked sad. He then asked about their reason of sadness again. The children replied that their camel did not make any sounds, to which the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.W.) starting producing sounds like a camel.

Abu Bakar, standing close by, remarked:

“O Hasan and Husain, what a wonderful ride you have!”

To this, the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.W.) replied:

“Don’t say that. Say what wonderful riders I have!”

**************

Meanwhile, Lady Fatimah (S.A.) was wondering what to cook as the children would soon be coming home with their grandfather and father, and would ask for something sweet to eat. There was nothing to eat at home.

“Fizzah”, she turned to her maid. “Bring me the bowl in which I rub my hands after I’m done with the bread dough.”

Fizzah (S.A.) brought the bowl.

In it were long, thin sticks of dried flour that Lady Fatimah (S.A.) had rubbed off her hands. She put those sticks in a bowl of milk, then she added Khurmas (dates) to it.

This is the first time Sheer Khurma was made. Making it on Eid is Sunnat-e-Fatimah Zehra (S.A.).

Happy eating!

And Eid Mubarak! :)

20.09.2009 Fatimah Zehra(S.A.), General Knowledge, Hasan(A.S.), History, Husain(A.S), Muhammad(S.A.W.W.), Religious 14 Comments

Another Tax, And Some Socrates…

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

A judge charged a man with a Rs 10,800 fine in a rape case.

The man asked, “Why Rs 10,800?”

The judge replied, “Rs 10,000 for rape and 8% Entertainment Tax by Zardari.”

******

In ancient Greece (469 – 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom.

One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who ran up to him excitedly and said, “Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?”

“Wait a moment,” Socrates replied. “Before you tell me I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Test of Three.”

“Test of Three?”

“That’s right,” Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my student let’s take a moment to test what you’re going to say. The first test is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”

“No,” the man said, “actually I just heard about It.”

“All right,” said Socrates. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second test, the test of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my student something good?”

“No, on the contrary…”

“So,” Socrates continued, “you want to tell me something bad about him even though you’re not certain it’s true?”

The man shrugged, a little embarrassed.

Socrates continued. “You may still pass though, because there is a third test – the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my student going to be useful to me?”

“No, not really.”

“Well,” concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all?”

The man was defeated and ashamed. This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.

It also explains “why he never found out that his wife was regularly having Sex with his student Plato.”

01.07.2009 General Knowledge, History, Humorous, Pakistan, Political, Reflections, Women, World 16 Comments

The Tale Of The Burning Door

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

Someone slammed his hands on the closed door.

She asked her maid to go check who it was. Soon the maid came back in a hurry and told her there was a large crowd asking for her husband to be sent outside.

She went to the door herself and called out loud, “What do you want?”

The man standing on the other side barked, “Send your husband out!”

“He will not come out. I’ve made him swear not to fight.”

“If he doesn’t come out, we’ll set fire to the house.”

“Set fire to the house? Don’t you know who lives in this house?”

“We don’t care.”

“Don’t you know whose children live in this house?”

“We don’t care whose children! Send your husband out or we’ll set fire to it!”

“My husband will not come outside!”

There was some noise as the men gathered wood outside the door and set fire to it. The door started to burn. Then the man kicked the door on to her.

Not letting his foot get off, he pressed the burning door on to her until she was trapped between it and the wall directly behind it. She cried out loud as her ribs fractured from the impact.

She called out to her maid, “Come quick, the child in my womb has been killed!”

She fell to the floor and the door fell on top of her. Her two sons and two daughters rushed to help her. The sons tried to lift the burning door off her while the daughters tried to pull her out from under.

Meanwhile, the six men outside had rushed into the house with a large crowd behind them, brandishing naked swords and canes, and surrounded her husband. She got up and rushed to her husband and grabbed him by the waist. The swords and canes that had gone up in the air to be brought down on her husband, landed on her. She fell to the ground while the men flung a rope around her husband’s neck and dragged him outside.

Slowly she got up, came out into the courtyard, uncovered her head, looked up at the sky and started cursing the attackers.

Her husband quickly motioned to his friend to stop her. The friend rushed towards the house, bent at the doorstep, kissed it and called out, “My Lady! Your husband calls for you to stop otherwise there won’t be anyone left to take your father’s name after today!”

She paused, then covered her head again. She succumbed to her wounds three months later, at the age of almost 18 years.

**************

O’ Father! After your death, so much grief was made to befall me that had it befallen a day, it would’ve turned into a dark  night…

28.05.2009 Ali(A.S.), Enemies of the Ahle Bayt (A.S.), Fatimah Zehra(S.A.), General Knowledge, Hasan(A.S.), History, Husain(A.S), Muhammad(S.A.W.W.), Reflections, Religious, Women 43 Comments

Previous Entries