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…

Trip To Syria: The Lioness’s Den

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

Continued from Trip To Syria: Flying Away.

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We reached the hotel in Muhalla-e-Zainabia on the outskirts of Damascus. Imagine waking up from a deep sleep and then having to carry sixteen heavy suitcases to the hotel building. And it doesn’t stop at that. The room was on the third floor. Thank God for the elevators!

We were told to come down for tea. What ‘down’ turned out to be was ‘down – 1′ i.e. the basement. It was divided into parts. Ours had plastic seats and tables set up for around thirty people. The tea was served and IT WAS PATHETIC! My cook makes better tea.

Khair, not to be unfair to the Maulana Sahab cooking for us there, I think it was the tea’s fault.

We were told that the Haram was to close at eight-thirty.

I came back up and went to sleep. Woke up around six-thirty and got busy in getting ready. That usually consists of emptying myself (in this case, all the Etihad food and specially the Octopus) and taking a bath. Left at seven-thirty with my uncles.

The hotel was five minutes from the Haram and my taya (father’s elder brother) led the way through the crowded streets of Muhalla-e-Zainabia. We entered through one of the small side gates and came upon a small opening with people sitting. The place was extremely crowded. Crossing another gate, we came into the main courtyard.

Courtyard View of Lady Zainab's Shrine, Damascus

The burial chamber sits in the middle, surrounded by a circular courtyard and then again by a circular building that houses administration offices and other rooms. Two tall minarets stand in the courtyard on both sides of the main entrance. The huge gold brick dome sits on top of the large burial chamber, marking the resting place of the eldest daughter of Haider, the lion of Allah. The place emits an aura of authority and fearlessness, all the while maintaining a charming elegance and attraction for millions of devotees.

Far Off View of Minaret of Lady Zainab's Shrine, Damascus Close Up of Minaret of Lady Zainab's Shrine, Damascus

Welcome to Syria, the place where the Captives of Karbala (A.S.) were brought tied up in chains, bare-footed, bare-headed, being stoned from all sides, in a state of helplessness that does not find it’s counterpart in the realms of documented and undocumented history. This was the place where Yazeed (La’natullah) ruled and the people were hardcore enemies of the Ahle Bayt (A.S.). Where the mention of Ali (A.S.) was met with curses and abuses.

Who could have thought that the stronghold of Bani Umayyah (La’natullah), the capital of Muawiyah (La’natullah) and Yazeed (La’natullah), would fall to Lady Zainab (S.A.) in such a way that nothing would remain of their kingdom and they would become the focal point of all curses and abuses themselves? That their followers would become a minority and the country would come under the rule of people who would hail Ali (A.S.), not as a Caliph, nor an Imam, not even one of the most astounding creations of God, BUT GOD HIMSELF!

And the daughter of this God “sleeps” near Damascus. Welcome to the Lioness’s Den!

I went with my phupa (father’s sister’s husband) towards the burial chamber and stopped outside the door. An Arab with whom my phuppa had become acquainted helped us read the Ziarat of Lady Zainab (S.A.) that hung beside the door. Then we went in. I will not describe what I saw inside. You will see for yourselves in later posts!

My taya had told us that it would be impossible to reach the Zareeh (gold and silver cage above the grave) in the middle of the chamber on the first go due to the usually huge crowd but we did not find one of such size. The reason being that this was the first year when all barriers to Karbala had been lifted and most Zaireen (visitors) had gone there. The gathering in Karbala on Arbaeen this year was 20 million strong as compared to only 1.7 million for Hajj!

Result: we got to the Zareeh easily.

After praying and paying our respects, we came outside and offered the Ziarat prayers. I left my phuppa with the Arab and returned to the hotel, cursing myself for not taking my camera with me.

NOTE: I have uploaded some pictures of the tour to my Facebook account and will upload the rest with each related post. You can see them there if you want.

Ayyam-e-Aza: The First Ten Days

Wednesday, March 11th, 2009

I am being forced to blog about this by a friend. Well not exactly forced, but she’s a pretty nice gal so I won’t turn down her ‘order’. :P

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What does the term Ayyam-e-Aza mean? ‘Ayyam’ stems from, and is the plural of, ‘Youm’ meaning ‘Day’ and ‘Aza’ means ‘Sorrow’. So meaning ‘Days of Sorrow’, it refers to the two months and eight days of mourning over Imam Husain’s (A.S.) martyrdom and the martyrdom and imprisonment of his family.

This post is a review of how I spent this years Ayyam-e-Aza.

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Upon sighting the moon of Muharram, I leave for my aunt’s house where I decorate my Azakhana with my cousins. An Azakhana is basically a collection of Alams [flag of Imam Husain's (A.S.) army] and other objects symbolising different aspects of the event of Karbala. My father got stuck at the naval academy in Bangladesh during the war of 1971 and my grandmother then made a ‘mannat’ that if my father returned safe and sound, she would decorate an Azakhana and hold majalis for the first ten days of Muharram every year. My father returned and then the process of decorating the Azakhana started. From my grandmother, it passed down to my father. I’m the next heir of this sacred practice. And it will continue in my lineage.

My AzakhanaMy Azakhana

I am a big Allama Dr. Syed Zameer Akhtar Naqvi fan, die-hard as people call it, and most of you know that by now. The reason being simple that he is the greatest scholar of his time and there is no one, absolutely no one, who can match his knowledge. And I’m not limiting him to the Shia sect. I’m talking about the whole goddamn world here.

As soon as Muharram starts, he always has three to four majalis to address everyday for the first ten days. This year I attended two everyday. One at Imam Bargah-e-Jama-e-Sibtain and the other at Imam Bargah-e-Chaharda Masumeen. Helped keep me busy, and I needed it.

Starting from the fourth of Muharram, there are Ziaraat everyday such as Alams, Taboots, Mehndi of Hazrat Qasim Ibne Hasan (A.S.), cradle of Hazrat Ali Asghar (A.S.), Zuljinnah, etc and I’m lucky to be among the few who decorate them and then carry them into the crowd.

Cradle of Hazrat Ali Asghar (A.S.)Cradle of Hazrat Ali Asghar (A.S.)

As usual, Allama Sahab’s majalis were awesome. And then the feeling of carrying the Ziarat into the rough crowd and pushing through thousands of swarming people is a joy in it’s own right. On the 7th of Muharram, I got a thumbtack in my foot and I was carrying a heavy Ziarat on my shoulders. It was a full minute before I managed to pull the damn thing out of my foot.

Allama Sahab’s horse, Sakhi Baadshah, whom we decorate into a Zuljinnah, gave me a kiss on the 9th and almost ate my finger in the process. The pain refused to subside for thirty minutes.

Sakhi Baadshah, the Shabeeh-e-ZuljinnahBaadshah

This year’s Taboot (shabeeh of the Janaza) of Imam Husain (A.S.) was a new one, and it was huge! More than five feet in height and 8 feet in length, it was carried around by six people, including yours truly. And by god, it was beautiful!

Taboot of Imam Husain (A.S.)Taboot of Imam Husain (A.S.)

Flower decoration on top of the Taboot of Imam Husain (A.S.)Flowers decorated on top of the Taboot

On  Shab-e-Ashur, it is a popular practice to visit different Imambargahs and to light candles and agarbattis (incense sticks) there. I visited a few, then came back around four in the morning.

In the morning, I woke up at around eight to ‘undecorate’ the Azakhana as the women in the house bade Imam Husain (A.S.) farewell with Alvidai nauhas. Alvida Alvida, Ae Husain, Alvida! Hard to keep your tears inside.

Ashurah, although always special, held even more meaning for me as I finally did Zanjeerzani (knives wala matam) this year. It was cool!

My TokasMy Tokas :P

Back from the procession (juloos) after matam, I spent the whole day lying on my tummy, sleeping which is a haraam practice on Ashurah. Around four, I left for the Asr-e-Ashur majlis which coincides with the time Imam Husain (A.S.) was “slaughtered” by Shimr (L.A.). After that majlis I came back but left again for the Shaam-e-Ghariban majlis at the same place.

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I’m breaking this post up into parts otherwise it’ll be too long.

Ash-Shaam! Ash-Shaam! Ash-Shaam!

Thursday, January 29th, 2009

Minhaal, a sahabi of Ali ibnul Husain (Syed-e-Sajjad), came to him and asked him where he had faced the most hardships, during Karbala and it’s aftermath.

He replied “Ash-Shaam! Ash-Shaam! Ash-Shaam!” (Syria! Syria! Syria!)

Minhaal then asked him why he cried so much. After all, martyrdom was the destiny and inheritance of Aal-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.W.).

Syed-e-Sajjad then replied, “You have not done justice to us. Is it also our destiny that our mothers and sisters be paraded bare-headed through bazaars and streets, with crowds watching?”

This event is explained by Rehaan Aazmi and Nadeem Sarwar in the video below. Rehaan Aazmi has done a marvelous job of capturing Syed-e-Sajjad’s answer in verses.

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Guzra Hai Koi Aisa Saabir-o-Aabid?

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

اگر اللّھ ہم اہلِبیت[ع] کی دشمنی کا حکم قرآن میں دیتا
تب بھی ہم پہ اتنے ظلم نہ ہوتے
جتنے ہماری مَوَدّت واجب ہونے کے بعد ہم پہ ہوئے

علی ابن الحسین

اسیرِ کربلا، آدمِ آلِ محمد، فرزندِ حسین، علی ابن الحسین زین العابدین جس نے اپنے پورے خاندان کے قتل کئے جانے پر خدا کا شکر ادا کیا اَور خاکِ کربلا پر ایسا طویل طرین سجدہ کیا کہ شام کا سجدہ فجر سے ملا دیا۔ مائوں، بہنوں اَور بیٹیوں کے پردے چھننے کے بعد غیرت کے اس خدا کے بال غم و شرمندگی سے سفید ہوگئے اَور چوبیس برس کا جگرگوشئہِ رسولِ خدا ایک رات میں بوڑھا ہو گیا۔

ایک سال کی اسیری کے بعد پچیس سال کا یہ جوان کبھی سیدھا کھڑا نہ ہو پایا۔ ہاتھوں کا، پائووں کا اور گلےکا گوشت وزنِ طوقِ گراں بار اور بیڑیوں ہتھکڑیوں کی وجہ سے گل چکا تھا اور ہڈیاں نظر آتی تھیں۔ پوری زندگی اپنے گھر کے کٹ جانے پر رو کے گزار دی پر کبھی خدا سے شکوہ نہیں کیا۔ عبادت کا یہ عالم کہ سیّد السّاجدین اور زین العابدین کے القاب ملے۔

آدمِ آلِ محمد کا لقب اس لئے پایا کہ رسول کا گھرانہ جو کربلا میں کٹ گیا، اُس کو پھر اسی جوان نے بسایا اور ایسا بسایا کہ پوری دنیا میں پھیل گیا۔ تاریخ گواہ ہے کہ جتنا قتلِ عام رسول کی اولاد [سادات] کا ہوا ہے اتنا کسی اور کی اولاد کا نہیں ہوا اور وہ بھی رسول کی اپنی اُمّت کے ہاتھوں۔ عبّاسی بادشاہ منصورِ دوعنقی نے جب بغداد شہر تعمیر کرایا تو ہر دیوار میں ایک سیّد زادے کو زندہ چنا گیا۔ لیکن آج بھی یہ نسل جاری و ساری ہے، کوئی اسے مٹا نہ سکا۔ یہ ہے سورۃ کوثر کی تفسیر۔

حسین کے اس بیٹے اور رسول و علی کے اس پوتے کو ولید بنِ عبدالملک نے ۲۵ محرم الحرام، ۹۵ھ کو  بے خطا زہر دے کر شہید کرا دیا۔ ظلم کی تاریخ کا ایک اور صفحہ رقم ہوا اور اولادِ رسول کا ایک اور باب بند ہوگیا۔

یعقوب یوسف کو پوری عمر روتے رہے یہاں تک کہ آنکھیں ضائع ہو گئیں۔ پھر بھی خدا سے شکوہ نہ کیا۔ خدا نے یعقوب کے اس عمل کو قرآن میں “صبرِ جمیل” کہا ہے۔ لیکن جس کے خاندان کے اٹھارہ یوسف اس کی آنکھوں کے سامنے کاٹ ڈالے جائیں، اس کے گھر کی عورتوں کو بے پردہ کرکے بازاروں میں پھرایا جائے اور اسیر کیا جائے، قیدخانے میں چھوٹی بہن مر جائے اور اس کے دفن کا سامان نہ ہو، اور وہ پوری زندگی ایک زندہ لاش کی طرح گزار دے، رونے اور عبادت کے سوا کچھہ کام نہ ہو لیکن ہر ظلم، ہر ستم پر شکرِ الٰہی میں سجدہ بجا لائے۔ ایسا کون رہا ہے دنیا میں سوا ایک کے؟ جو عابدوں کی زینت ہو اور سجدہ کرنے والوں کا سردار ہو۔ جس کا نام علی ابن الحسین ہے۔

گزرا ہے دنیا میں کوئی ایسا مشکورِ خدا؟ جس نے توحید کی گواہی اپنی مظلومیت سے دی؟