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Trip To Syria: Flying Away

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

Picking up from where I ended my second Ayyam-e-Aza post, as promised, I’m beginning my travel log of the trip to Syria last month.

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I came back to my house from Zameer Akhtar’s after seeing that he was fine and recovering well, I sat down on my computer and did some last minute net surfing. Stayed up all night. Took a bath and got ready at four and we left our house for the airport. My father was staying back in Karachi and only me, my sister and mother were going. We met my aunts and their familes at the airport and together it was a group of sixteen that checked in and went on to the waiting lounge. Everyone was making fun of my bruise but they couldn’t get the better of me.

Our flight plan was to go to Abu Dhabi and then catch another flight to Damascus. We were flying with Etihad Airways. The first flight was at 6:25 a.m., almost empty and we had the leisure of choosing seats at will. The airhostesses were hot! :D

Plane started moving and we could see the tarmac and runway on screens fixed behind all seats. The take off speed was damn slow. Hell, I can drive faster!

Karachi looked cool at night, full of lights: blessings of KESC.

I took my mp3 player to Syria and me and my cousin listened to Nauhas throughout the journey. Apart from that, I took my camera and external hard drive. I also convinced my cousin to take his handycam and laptop along which turned out to be a very good idea.

After sometime, food was served. The table was attached to the handrest of the seats, rather in it. It was very uncomfortable, too close to my stomach and even after extending it forward, I was unable to comfortably use my hands at such close range. The table was low too and was resting on my knees. Disadvantages of being tall… :(

They had liquor on the plane. Had my mom not been with me, I would have taken the liberty of trying some. Haha, just kidding! 

The food was, well, pathetic! They had a paratha, two rolls with achar chicken type qeema in them, two kababs, fruits (papaya to be exact), tea, butter, jam and…Shezan juice? Being the jugaroo that I am, I managed to have a good meal by emptying qeema from the rolls and eating it with the paratha.

We reached Abu Dhabi airport at God-Knows-What local time, after a flight of 1.5 hours. We had been told that it would be a stay of another 1.5 hours before the next flight but the rude shock we got was that the stay was more than 4 bloody hours!

With the women sleeping in the mosque and the males trying to find places to sleep:

my cousin and I set off to explore the airport. We went to the duty-free section and found all kinds of stuff available there. Liquor, pork, etc, you name it! We thought about buying cigs but nobody was selling single packs, just completely packed bars. We found Burger King and ordered some nugget like things. They were serving hamburgers there as well. 

Abu Dhabi airport is huge but I like Jinnah Terminal better. Desi stuff! And the city is not near the airport. At least, I didn’t find one. The only good thing I found about the place is the Wireless Internet Facility.

Oops, sorry, wrong picture!

The time for the next flight came. I thought the first plane was bad, the second one was downright microscopic! Not even enough space to spread my legs properly. And once the plane started to move, the engines made strange noises like someone was trying to start a car. The take off speed was more satisfying this time.

Took some pics from the plane. During the first flight, I was hesitant to take out my camera and take some snaps, worried about the high frequency noise signals being produced interferring with the plane’s navigation system and making it crash. During the second flight, I thought what the heck, let’s crash!

The food in this flight was absolutely pathetic! I mean, baked fish? Looked more like a roasted octopus to me. And tasted like sponge. My friend’s mom was right. Etihad food sucks like hell!

Don’t know if I should be complaining or not. It could’ve been as bad as this:

Although the leg space does seem adjustable in this plane…

When we were about to land, I tried to find the shrine of Bibi Zainab (S.A.) from the sky but to no avail. Later on, I learned that it was in one of the suburbs of Damascus named Muhalla-e-Zainabia, not Damascus itself.

Landed at 3:15 p.m. local time. My uncle was there to pick us up, with a huge bus. I tried to stay awake on the way to the hotel but fell asleep in a few minutes.

Teer Toota, Sher Aaya…Bhaingay Ke Saath

Monday, March 16th, 2009

In the last few days, we saw enough chaos throughout Pakistan (at least on Geo TV) to believe that the end of the PPP government was near. The bald lion with hair implants and no balls, was leading the long march towards the capital to crap on the Constipation Constitution Avenue, and ultimately on the country. The government set up many hurdles from Karachi to Islamabad and all over the country to try to keep the capital city clean (it’s far easier than the sanitary work required after any long march).

But the marchers were not to be stopped. The laxative of “foreign exchange” imported from India, and that locally manufactured in Raiwind, was forcing them to keep going. One guy had it so bad that he took his pants off on the way and Express News made live coverage of the incident, breaking the record “We Report First” streak of Geo News.


Since it began, the lawyers’ movement has been a cause of great instability in Pakistan. Yes you read that right, asshole! If it’s responsible for bringing democracy to Pakistan, Musharraf’s resignation, etc then it’s also responsible for the increase in terrorism, decline in economy, moral decline (see video above) and the Mumbai attacks. Okay, that’s outside Pakistan. How about the Marriott bombing?

Lawyers never questioning the motives of Nawaz Sharif in his stand for the independence of judiciary, when he is guilty of having it attacked in his last tenure as PM of Pakistan, makes me doubt the credibility of their own stand as well. Even the media forgot about it. So as I see it, all this support for Chauhdry comes from liars and hypocrites, and those fooled by them. As for Nawaz, we can all see that he’s using the lawyer’s movement to joyride into the PM house. Or the presidency. That is, if Zardari leaves. Speaking about Zardari, see this.

Throughout this comical episode, many promises were made.

Welcome back, Mr. Chauhdry, it’s time to stand up to your claims. So wipe that smile off your face and get to work. And get a toilet paper roll too because if you don’t live up to your talk, the real citizens of this country are coming to make you shit your pants.

Ayyam-e-Aza: The Last Few Days

Saturday, March 14th, 2009

We landed in Karachi on 24th Safar. Slept the whole day then went to attend a majlis that night. Being held in commemoration of the martyrdom of the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.W.) and Imam Hasan (A.S.) on the same day, 28th Safar, it was part of a Khamsa (group of five majalis) to be addressed by Zameer Akhtar on the tale of ‘grandfather and grandson’. I missed the first one but joined from the second. I was relieved to see Zameer Akhtar back in full form and better than ever. And I also learned that it was Muawiyah (L.A.) who opted for a truce with Imam Hasan (A.S.) rather than the other way round.

Two days later, I delivered the Tabarrukat that I brought for him from Syria. There I saw Haider Rizvi, owner of TV Today. He had come to convince Zameer Akhtar to speak on his channel against the attackers. Zameer Akhtar told him to wait till after the 8th of Rabi-ul-Awwal, when the Ayyam-e-Aza would end. Three other channels had already made an offer to him and he told them all to wait.

Days passed with the same routine. I got the video of the annual majlis of Karavan-e-Murtaza and watched it. Shaukat Raza Shaukat brought the roof crashing down with his verses on Hazrat Abu Talib (A.S.).

Khamsa ended on the eve of 28th, but there was a seperate majlis on the same topic the next night as well. There I got to decorate the Taboot of Imam Hasan (A.S.), the same one that was used for Imam Husain (A.S.) on the eve of Ashurah but with a green covering this time. Green is the color that is associated with Imam Hasan (A.S.), red with Imam Husain (A.S.). The special feature this time were the protruding arrows from the Taboot to signify the arrow-riddled Janaza of Imam Hasan (A.S.) that was prevented from burial beside the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.W.) by the “Ummah” who attacked it.

Taboot of Imam Hasan (A.S.) riddled with arrows.Taboot of Imam Hasan (A.S.)

The next day, the ash’ara at Qasr-e-Musayyab started on the topic of “Imamat and Azadari”. In the second majlis, Zameer Akhtar shook all of Rizvia Society with his speech. I kept teasing my sister for the next couple of days on what she missed.

On Saturday night, Zameer Akhtar addressed a Shab-Baidaari on the topic of the History of Azadari. After that I planned to go meet him but my father brought me home.

I missed the majlis on the fifth as I went to the Alvidai juloos at Imam Bargah-e-Tanzeem-ul-Momineen where we decorate and bring out Baadshah every year. One thing I wanna say here is, never touch a horse between the ears from behind and never stand near his rear legs. You’ll get a free ticket to America if you do, but someone will have to collect your pieces from all over the country.

Baadshah in juloos from Tanzeem-ul-MomineenBaadshah with my cousin Haider.

Baadshah was well-behaved and more sober this time, unlike last year when he got scared of the rising Alams. It’s awesome to run with him when he starts jump-trotting. And keeping his size in mind, it makes you look really brave and cool, even if you’re terrified inside and pleading with Allah to make him stop. But Baadshah don’t listen to Allah Mian either. ;)

I was planning to do both Zanjeerzani and Qamazani at the end of the juloos but my nincompoop of a cousin above failed to get my tokas sharpened. Bloody &#@*()*#! So I postponed my “Grand Sunday Plans” to Thursday night for the Alvidai Matamdari at Imam Bargah-e-Baab-e-Askari.

The next three days went by smoothly, Thursday arrived. At night there was Nazar at my Phuppo’s. Got too late there so I had to skip another majlis and went straight for the Matamdari.

Haider and I picked up our Zanjeers from his friend who had gotten them sharpened. His were “talwars” or sword like zanjeers. There I came to know that my tokas had become really popular among the guys and everyone wished to do matam with them because they were the right size and shape and good for inducing deep cuts. They asked me to switch my zanjeers with them. My reply: “Chal be!” My tokas were celebrities!

Khair we went for the Matamdari. It started around half past twelve. I did matam for around ten minutes when my head began to spin. I stepped aside and another cousin Abbas (in pic above with folded hands) dried my back up with my shirt. So much for Zanjeerzani. And I didn’t even come around to Qama. Crap!

I kept thinking it was due to my reduced intake of food but Haider later came and told me it was because of the two Ghulam Latifs I’d had before the matam. Man, I hate John Player! Better to stick with DLs.

Nevertheless, I took advantage of the Nazar afterwards and drank three glasses of Lassi from the Sabeel to stuff myself. Came back to Haider’s place and we both went to sleep but not before we had made videos of our backs. ;)

Would anyone like to see? :P

Khair, I came back home the next morning, took a bath and then left again for the Chup Taazia juloos from Qasr-e-Musayyab. Went straight to Rizvia Imambargah where Baadshah was brought. He was first given a bath to clean up all the sweat from running. It’s fun to watch him try to drink it all up when they wash his face. (You can find the video on my Facebook profile.)

Then he was decorated and taken to join the procession from Qasr-e-Musayyab.

Me and Allama Sahab holding Baadshah at Qasr-e-Musayyab.Left to Right: Me, Baadshah, Allama Syed Zameer Akhtar Naqvi

My cousin Shahazeb with Baadshah in the Chup Taazia Juloos from Qasr-e-Musayyab.My cousin Shahazeb walking Baadshah

I walked Baadshah for some time in the juloos, then I left for the last majlis of Ayyam-e-Aza, back at Rizvia Imam Bargah. It was the majlis of the Barsi of Allama Zameer Akhtar’s mother. There I joined in decorating the Taboot of Imam Hasan Askari (A.S.)  and then carried it out into the crowd after the majlis.

Flowers decorated on the Taboot of Imam Hasan Askari (A.S.)Flowers decorated on the Taboot of Imam Hasan Askari (A.S.)

We all bid farewell to Imam Husain (A.S.) and appologized for the lack of our efforts to commemorate and condemn the terrible attrocities on him and his family. Time passed quickly, maghrib arrived and Ayyam-e-Aza ended.

Eid-e-Zehra (S.A.) began.

Ayyam-e-Aza: Spirit Tortures And The Dark Night

Thursday, March 12th, 2009

Picking up from where I left, I returned home after the Shaam-e-Ghariban majlis. My parents were too worried about my back and making me feel like a Mummy-Daddy kid. They weren’t letting me pick up any weights in case my stitches came apart and I was like “What the hell, it’s no big deal!” They stopped at three different places to collect medical supplies: bandages, spirit, cotton, etc.

Back home, I had no idea what was in store for me for the next few days. My mother cleaned my back with spirit and dressed it up. I went to sleep.

The next morning I took a bath to wash the blood off my body. Before putting on my shirt, my mother came to dress my wounds again. And that’s when all hell broke lose.

I hate spirit! :mad:

She wet a cotton swab and literally squeezed it onto my wounds. She rubbed the rest on my back. And that’s when I yelled out in pain. Spirit will make normal skin burn and go dry, talk about open cuts. Then next ten days were sheer torture!

On the tenth, she cut off my stitches. Hurt a little but all was well. And that was the end of it.

Back to the second day after Ashurah, I went back to pack and collect my Azakhana. I was reappointed as the official family driver and assigned the task of driving my mother to different majalis at our relatives’ houses.

On the 22nd of Muharram, the majlis was at my youngest phuppo’s house and I went there. The biryani was awesome. One thing I must say about Biryani in Muharram is that it get’s distributed in majalis as tabarruk and I eat it three times a day, seven days a week but I never get bored of it. Nor does anyone else. And I absolutely love it in ‘langars’. Four guys get to eat from the same platter/tasla and no one can tell who ate how much. ;)

Fast forwarding, the annual majlis was held at my house on the 3rd of Safar, the date of martyrdom of Imam Husain’s (A.S.) four year old daughter Sakinah (S.A.). Went to pick the Zakira near NIPA, then had to get the Soazkhwans as well. Came back, took a bath and then got busy in the management work. Man, did the men eat! Aurton ke liye to chhora hi nahin. Okay, they did leave a lot but they ate more than their share. Maybe the food was too good. Don’t know, didn’t get to eat much and I wasn’t feeling hungry in those days.

Two days later, there was a gents majlis at my eldest phuppo’s house to be addressed by Allama Zameer Akhtar Naqvi. The biryani fell short of filling up all the tummies and we had to get more. After this majlis, I went to another of his at Imam Bargah-e-Chaharda Masumeen. Later on that night, I attended one more at Imam Bargah-e-Akhir-uz-Zaman. Can you believe that he addressed 11 majalis in a span of 30 hours without sleeping? That’s gotta be a world record!

The plan of our ‘khandan’ leaving for Syria materialized as we got our passports and visas. Bound to leave on the 16th of Safar, I got busy in the preparation for the annual majlis of Karavan-e-Murtaza to be held on the 22nd of Safar in my absence. Karavan-e-Murtaza is the name of the group of my batchmates and friends from Al-Murtaza School who organize and hold a majlis every year. We got posters and pamphlets published, arranged for tents and video makers, etc. I went out with my friends to put posters up on the walls near Imam Bargahs and on the route of the main juloos on the 20th of Safar. Had to rub glue on the walls with my hand so you can well imagine how dirty they got.

Then came the unfortunate day of 13th Safar. Went to a majlis at an acquaintance’s house, to be addressed by Zameer Akhtar Naqvi of course. Returned around seven. When I left again for the Ashara-e-Chehlum majalis at Jama-e-Sibtain, I got a message which said that ISO planned to attend Zameer Akhtar’s majlis that night. I quickly forwarded it to Allama Sahab’s close friends.

When I reached the Imam Bargah, my cousin was there with two friends who were armed. Inside, Allama Sahab’s nephews made me sit in the middle of the crowd, away from my usual place near the mimber and asked me to watch around. They had already gotten the news.

As soon as Allama Sahab took the mimber, a guy got up from the crowd and started shouting slogans. Around 40-50 people stood up to reply to them and they all started moving towards the mimber. I rushed towards the mimber to stand near Allama Sahab. His close friends and associates made a wall between the ISO guys and him. But we were only a handful as compared to them. At that time, we only thought they were there to disrupt the majlis. We had no idea they would attack.

Allama Sahab stood up on the mimber and at the same moment one of them threw a brick at him. It him in the ribs due to which he collapsed on the mimber. One guy went behind the mimber and started to climb it to attack Allama Sahab. They attacked us also and I got three punches on my right eye in the process.

But our side was not unarmed. The guy to whose house I went that day for the majlis had brought his guards with him. He fired shots in the air. My cousin’s friends all did so and the attacking crowd dispersed. Allama Sahab was taken inside the mosque and armed guards were placed at the door. He kept fainting time to time from the pain in his chest. We managed to catch a few guys and gave them the beating of their lifetimes. Meanwhile, the ISO guys called for backup and around five to six hundred of them gathered outside the main gate with loaded weapons.

Allama Furqan Haider Abidi and MQM MNA Haider Abbas Rizvi arrived on the scene and met with Zameer Akhtar. More of his fans arrived at the Imam Bargah.

Now the task at hand was to get Zameer Akhtar out of the Imam Bargah to his sister’s house directly across the street. But the ISO crowd was in between. The Rangers and Police just stood there watching, doing nothing.

Soon, some of his close friends picked him up and took him outside. ISO attacked him again but he remained safe although unconscious. Some of the people carrying him got hurt but they came back inside the Imam Bargah.

One of our tasks had been accomplished and Zameer Akhtar was safe. The second was to save ourselves.

Soon, Abbas Kumaili and Mirza Yousuf Husain arrived and they tried to negotiate with the ISO crowd. We knew it was a drama as they were the main orchestrators of the whole thing.

Around half past one in the night, we came out of the smaller gate besides the main one. My father made me walk quickly towards my uncle’s car and sit in it lest anyone recognize me and attack me. After we drove of, everyone breathed a sigh of relief that we were safe. We had women with us and that was the most worrisome thing.

I couldn’t sleep for a long time that night. I never expected myself to be in the midst of such a thing and I was cursing myself for not hitting back at the guy who punched me. But more so, I was worried about the safety of Zameer Akhtar and kept wondering if there would be more attacks in the future. I decided that if needed, I would stay behind from the Syria trip to help protect him.

The next day I learned that he was alright but had been admitted to a hospital so he could relax in a safe environment. I was relieved to hear that the majalis had been canceled from Jama-e-Sibtain and would be held privately.

I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere far away from our house just in case someone recongnized me from the previous night. As I said, Mummy-Daddy… :(

The night before I was to leave, I paid Zameer Akhtar a visit and he was good, chatting with his friends although he still had pain in his chest and a big bruise. I came back around 12:30 and did not sleep. Instead, I wrote down a quick blog post, took a bath and got ready. Left the house at four, flight was at 6:25 a.m.

Karachi looks beautiful from the sky at night, as Absar wrote in his post.

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I’ll write about the Syrian tour in the travel log soon, not now. The next post will continue from 24th Safar when I returned.

Response To Zakir Naik Part 2: The Oppressor, The Oppressed and A Sacrifice

Monday, January 12th, 2009

Read this and this first.

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In 60 AH, Yazid (L.A.), son of Muawiyah (L.A.), came to power. And the first step he took was to ask the Governor of Madinah, Walid bin Utba (L.A.), to get Imam Husain (A.S.) to pay allegiance to Yazeed (L.A.), or send his head to Damascus.

Imam Husain (A.S.) refused. He then packed up his belongings and left Madinah with his friends and family members, including his sisters, daughters and other Hashmiite women and children, to avoid bloodshed in the Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) city. He travelled to Makkah where he stayed for four months.

At the time of Hajj, he received news that Yazeed’s men were moving around in Ahrams, pretending to be Hajis, hiding weapons and intending to kill him. So he converted his Hajj to Umrah and left Makkah to avoid the sanctity of the Haram being stained with his blood. His final destination was Karbala, Iraq. Find brief accounts here and here.

Now, Mr. Zakir Naik praised Yazeed as a Taba-e-Tabieen and appended R.A. to his name. He also called the battle of Karbala a political battle. Below are my thoughts on this.

Event of Karbala, the Political Battle

Karbala being a political battle implies that both Imam Husain (A.S.) and Yazeed (L.A.) were after the throne of the Muslim world. Yazeed (L.A.) was already the ruler, which in turn means that it was Imam Husain (A.S.) who demanded it from him. If we take a look at the deal between Imam Hasan (A.S.) and Muwaiyah (L.A.), it is an important point that the throne was to pass on to either Imam Hasan (A.S.) or Imam Husain (A.S.) after Muawiyah’s (L.A.) death. But instead of sticking to his word, Muawiyah (L.A.) passed it on to his son Yazeed (L.A.). Yet, Imam Husain (A.S.) did not ask for what was rightfully his. But Yazeed (L.A.) was not content with it and decided to go a step ahead and demand allegiance from Imam Husain (A.S.)!

Imam Husain’s (A.S.) journey from Madinah to Makkah, and then to Iraq stands testament to the fact that he did not want bloodshed. Moreover, he took women and children with him on his journey, which further strengthens the point that he did not intend to fight. Yet, Yazeed (L.A.) sent his forces after him. From this, I can only gather that it was Yazeed (L.A.) who was forcing a battle on the Husaini camp. Which in turn implies that it was Yazeed (L.A.) who had political motives, not Imam Husain (A.S.). When Imam Husain (A.S.) reached Karbala, he bought the land for sixty-thousand dirhams which made him the owner of the that land. Imam Husain (A.S.) was attacked and martyred on his own property!

The question here is then, why didn’t Imam Husain (A.S.) pay allegiance to Yazeed (L.A.)?


Translation: Verily those who plight their fealty to thee do no less than plight their fealty to Allah: the Hand of Allah is over their hands: then any one who violates his oath, does so to the harm of his own soul, and any one who fulfils what he has covenanted with Allah,- Allah will soon grant him a great Reward. (Al-Fatah: 10)

Notice the part: The hand of Allah is above all (does not pay allegiance to anyone)!

Allah has a hand? Where? Since he does not have a body and is not a physical entity, how does he have a hand then?

Since Rasoolullah (S.A.W.W.) was his representative in this world and as the system of Baiyat (paying allegiance) was introduced by Islam, therefore the hand of Allah meant here is the hand of Rasoolullah (S.A.W.W.) (see verse above). And according to a hadees in the previous post:

“Husain is from me and I am from Husain!”

Imam Husain (A.S.) in turn was a representative of Rasoolullah (S.A.W.W.). Which means that if Imam Husain (A.S.) had pledged allegiance to a drinking, sexually indulgent “kaafir” like Yazeed (L.A.), it would have been synonymous to accepting his claims that Allah did not exist, there had been no revelation and the Bani Hashim (A.S.) had lied about Muhammad’s (S.A.W.W.) prophethood. Moreover, this hadees also implies that Yazeed (L.A.) had in fact asked for allegiance from Rasoolullah (S.A.W.W.)!

Therefore, Imam Husain (A.S.) denied pledging allegiance to Yazeed (L.A.), and set on a journey to avoid bloodshed in the sacred lands and even asked Umar Ibne Saad Ibne Abi Waqas (L.A.), commander of the Yazeedi army in Karbala, to let him go to the Indian sub-continent and not smear his hands with the Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) blood, but Ibne Saad rejected the offer.

Imam Husain (A.S.) had two choices:

  • Pledge allegiance to Yazeed (L.A.). This would have led to the death of Islam, and consequently to the death of Allah.
  • Sacrifice his life and family for Islam.

The chosen path of Imam Husain (A.S.) is known to everyone.

Now, it is evident that Imam Husain (A.S.) never asked for the throne. Rather, he chose to leave everything behind and move to a different land so Yazeed (L.A.) could have no danger from him, and bloodshed could be avoided. But Yazeed (L.A.) was after something else. After the battle of Karbala, when Imam Husain’s (A.S.) sister, Lady Zainab Binte Ali (S.A.) was brought to the court of Yazeed (L.A.), he made the following statement while playing with Imam Husain’s (A.S.) head with a stick:

“Had my ancestors been alive today, they would’ve been proud to see that I have avenged our losses in the battles to Muhammad!

But Mr. Zakir Naik, perhaps, does not know that.

Yazeed, the Taba-i-Tabieen

The land of Hijaz (Makkah and Madinah), is one of the holiest lands of Islam, having two of the most sacred sites on Earth, the Ka’abah and the shrine of the Prophet (S.A.W.W.) himself. Shedding blood is prohibited within the boundaries of the Haram and the Mosque. Why did then Yazeed, a devout Taba-e-Tabieen, send his men to shed Husain’s (A.S.) blood on the sacred land?

Let’s go to Karbala and see how this Taba-e-Tabieen’s army violated the teachings of Islam, shall we?

  • On the 7th day of Muharram, water was stopped from reaching the Husaini camp by the Yazeedi forces. Where in Islam is it permissible to stop water on anyone?
  • Imam Husain (A.S.) and his followers were attacked by the Yazeedi army during the Fajr prayers. Is this according to the teachings of Islam?
  • If you take a look at the martyrs of Karbala, you’ll find that most of them are children of ages less than fifteen years. Is it permissible to kill children in any war?
  • Imam Husain’s (A.S.) six-month old was put to sleep by a three-headed arrow in his own arms. Does Islam permit killing a newborn? Forty years before Qayamat (Day of Judgment), women will stop giving birth so there is no sinless child on the planet on that day. This is the justice of Allah, would he be happy with the death of little Ali Asghar (A.S.)?
  • Imam Husain (A.S.) was beheaded at the time of Asr, in the state of prostration to Allah, as were all the other martyrs, including the six-month old, who was dug out of his small grave! All heads were mounted on spears. After that, all the bodies of the martyrs were trampled with horses and torn to pieces. Rasoolullah (S.A.W.W.) commanded 87 battles in his lifetime. Can someone show me one such instance where he ordered any of the above?
  • The tents of the Husaini camp were set on fire. The women were forced to come out of them, and then their veils (chadars) were snatched. Small children running out of the tents were trampled and killed by the riders of Yazeed’s army. All survivors were then tied with chains, their hands and necks bound tight. Husain’s (A.S.) sole surviving son, Ali Zain-ul-Abideen (A.S.) was forced to wear a stone neckbrace stretching from fingertip to fingertip with metal pricks in the neck-hole. His hands and legs were bound tied and he was forced to walk in this. Which one of the above attrocities does Islam preach? A piece of the stone neckbrace can be found hanging above the grave of Lal Shahbaz Qalandar.
  • The prisoners were then marched off to Damascus, without food or water. The routes deliberately taken, went through bazaars and crowded places where people could have a good look at the prisoners. Please keep in mind that the Husaini  women (read women of the Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) household, including both of his granddaughters) were purdah-less. Does Islam teach to do this to it’s own founders family? Did Rasoolullah (S.A.W.W.) ever teach to disrespect any woman in this way? Husain’s (A.S.) son Ali Zain-ul-Abideen (A.S.) was asked, “Why do you cry so much? Shahadat (martyrdom) is your inheritance and destiny.” To which he replied, “You haven’t done justice to us. Shahadat is our inheritance but is it also our inheritance that our women and children are paraded bareheaded in the bazaars of Kufah and Damascus?”

If all the above are Islamic teachings, why do we blame the West for making fun of us then? We have disgraced our religion ourselves.

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Quoting once again from a previous post:

Qul La As-alukum Alaihin Ajran Illal Mawaddata Fil Qurba!

“Say: I do not ask of you (followers) any return for it (teachings) but love for my near relatives.”

(Holy Quraan, 42:23)

The verse is popularly known as the Ayah-e-Mawaddah (Verse of Mawaddat or the Verse of Devotion)

The term “Al-Qurba” in this verse, based on the traditions narrated from the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.W.), embraces only “Ali, Fatimah, Hasan, and Husain and no one else”.

The tradition from Ibne Abbas has it that when the “mawaddat ul-qurba” verse was revealed, the Prophet (S.A.W.W.) was asked: “O messenger, who are your near relatives who should be loved?”

He stated: “Ali, Fatimah, and their sons!”

This tradition has been narrated by Muhib Tabari in “Zakhair al-`Uqba” 25/1; Ibn Hanbal in “Manaqib” 110; Mo’min Shabilenji “Nural-Absar” 101; and Zamakhshari in “Kashshaf” as annotation to the said verse.

In the “Tafsir al-Kabir”, Fakhr Razi has related the said narration from “Kashshaf” and has said that based on this verse, Ali, Fatimah, Hasan, and Husain should be revered and sanctified. He has also cited lines of verse from the Shafii’ Imam, Muhammad bin Idris Shafii’ in this regard. A line of it is as follows:

If love for the members of the Household of the Holy Prophet is heresy, then the world should stand witness that I am a heretic.

Now, in light of the above verse and traditions, would Allah be happy with Imam Husain’s (A.S.) killers? If Allah is demanding in the Quran that people love Imam Husain (A.S.), was Yazeed (L.A.), the Taba-e-Tabieen, one of them?

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In a recent program on ARY (sometime around the riots in Karachi), in the program Aghaz with Aniq Ahmed, Mufti Munib-ur-Rehman narrated a hadees, the idea of which was “If there is a murder or crime on Muslim land, the ruler is responsible.” Now I don’t know why but this hadees makes me blame Yazeed (L.A.) for Imam Husain’s (A.S.) martyrdom. Does it do the same to you?

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Are we blind enough to not see that Islam, our dear religion, whom we all aspire to follow truly and dearly (and fail miserably), would not have been here save for one man’s sacrifice, and that of his family and friends? They stood up to a tyrant, fought valiantly and gave up their lives for but one cause: save Allah’s name on this planet. They sacrificed every thing they had but did not falter in their stand. That lone man picked up seventy-two bodies from Fajr to Asr, including those of his nephews, brothers and sons, one of whom completely resembled the Prophet (S.A.W.W.) himself. This son of his was eighteen year old and breathed his last in his father’s arms. Which father has the heart to bear this? As if this was not enough, his six-month old was slaughtered in his arms too. Yet he did not give up. He had to save his grandfather’s hard work of twenty three years. He had to save all those who were to come. He had to save us!

And look how we have repayed him. We try to turn his sacrifice into a political war. We uphold his murderer as the devout follower and consider it taboo to mention his own name. Yet we aspire to follow what he saved. Talk about thanklessness. Way to go, Zakir Naik!

Sometimes, I’m just ashamed at our condition. We are a nation of idiots and bastards!

But hell, I can already foresee a few comments here. “Stop preaching Shia values!”, “Yazeed and Muawiyah were good this way and that way”, “Bani Umayyah were the best of the best” – Bullshit!

انسان  کو  بیدار   تو   ہو  لینے   دو

ہر قوم پکارے گی ہمارے ہین حسین

علامہ اقبال

Doesn’t look likely Iqbal, our nation has taken sleeping pills. Humanity will wake up but Muslims will keep on sleeping. You do not know of our response to the Israeli barbarism, do you? You left this world even before Israel came into existence. Lucky you, our condition today would’ve killed you multiple times.

How can we condemn the Israeli barbarism today, when we fail to condemn the barbaric acts 1369 years ago?

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“Fourteen hundred years of Muslim literature has passed a verdict that Husain was good and Yazeed was bad. Zakir Naik can not change that.”

Allama Dr. Syed Zameer Akhtar Naqvi


شاہ است حسین ، پادشاہ است  حسین

دین است حسین، دیں پناہ است  حسین

سر داد نہ داد   دست  در  دستِ یزید

حقّا  کہ  بناءِ   “لا الھ”  است  حسین

خواجہ معین الدّین چشتی اجمیری

Translation:

Emperor is Husain, King is Husain,

Religion is Husain, the shield of religion is Husain,

Gave his head but did not give his hand to Yazeed,

True that the basis of La Ilaha Ill Allah is Husain!

Don’t blame me for the verse, it’s the Sufi saint Moeen-ud-din Chishti Ajmeri’s. And I believe he was a better Muslim than all of us, don’t you think? Plus Emperor is not the correct translation of Shah. ‘Shah’ means one who commands land as well as the skies and even beyond that.

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P.S. Sorry for the personal rant in between. I meant to write a conclusion but emotions took control.