By the time you read this post, I’ll be gone.
Hopefully my head’ll clear a little. Too much has happened in the past few days. I never realized they are so many in number and so brutal. I was in shock Monday night. Khair, he is okay and getting better. Everyone’s keeping a low profile. But my going is not it! 
As a parting gift (if you take it as a gift), I’ll explain to you the reason behind “Ishq-e-Khuda”.
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(Jump to the end if you don’t wanna read)
How do you know there is a God? I mean, no one’s seen him. Then why be so sure?
Is there any testimony to rely on?
Yes.
There is!
Of those who testified before us, that there is a God.
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There are various kinds of testimony: by tongue, by actions, etc. But the greatest of all, is by life!
That’s why the term “Shahadat” for martyrs. But in today’s world, this term has become a joke. How the heck does one dying in a fire become a Shaheed?
In my eyes, there are only two who have testified openly that there is only one true Allah, with their lives, knowing well before their time that they would die, and how!
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In the battle of Ahzab (Khandaq), when Umar Ibne Abde Wud attacked the Rajul (مرد/Man) with his sword, it cut through his shield and landed on his head. Blood flowed and wet his beard. In the next attack, the Rajul cut off Kul-le-Kufr’s legs. After beheading him, he returned to the Propeht (S.A.W.W.).
The Prophet on seeing his injured head, broke into tears and cried, “O Ali! I woe the day when that wretched man will wet your beard with the blood from your head!”
For details about his martyrdom, see my page Ali (A.S.).
This is my hero, cousin of the Prophet, who testified with his martyrdom that there is one Allah worth dying for. He knew who would kill him and he woke his killer up for prayers. He could easily have avoided death by letting him sleep. But something made him die, for truth. That thing, was Ishq-e-Khuda!
End of story? No!
There’s another sacrifice. One that surpasses this one in all aspects!
This is the sacrifice of a man, of his children, brothers, friends and followers. And the sacrifice of his women’s veils.
The sacrifice that made him collect his nephew’s pieces.
That made him bear the death of his brave and fiery brother, the strength of his caravan.
That made him pull a spear from the chest of the young man who was his son, with the spear pulling out the heart eventually.
That made him see his infant son get slaughtered in his arms with an arrow.
That made him put his sword back in it’s sheath and be riddled with arrows from all sides, such that when he got off his horse, he was suspended in mid-air, raised by them.
That made him bow his head in Sajdah even though he knew his killer was going to mount him and behead him.
What led him to sacrifice? He knew where he would be killed. He knew when and how, and by whom. Yet he walked towards his death, and that of his loved ones. Why? What led to it?
Only one thing: Ishq-e-Khuda.
As Nadeem Sarwar puts it:
اے مرے ربِّ جہاں
اے مرے ربِّ جہاں
اِک عجب عشق ہوا
وہ سرِ کرب و بلا
تیرا عاشق ہے کھڑا
خون میں ڈوبا ہوا
دے چکا لختِ جگر
دے چکا نورِ نظر
دے چکا سارا وہ گھر
اور خنجر کے تلے
اُس کا سجدے میں ہے سر
نہ نماز ایسی نہ عاشق کا کلیجہ ایسا
نوکِ نیزا پہ بھی کرتا ہی رہا ذکر تیرا
This martyrdom surpassed that of the Rajul, and in the Rajul’s own words:
بولے علی، حسین ہو اب بھی حواس میں
ایسی تو جنگ ہم نہ لڑے بھوک و پیاس میں
I never found such Ishq-e-Khuda, or love for God, anywhere except for this family.
If you want more and have a taste for awesome Shairi, or are a devotee of the Ahle Bayt (A.S.), or Shia, do listen to these two Nauhas and let me know if you like them. My current favorites: Ya Ali Ya Husain and Noor-e-Sahar Pe Khat-te-Jali Hai Mera Husain.
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Sorry if you got bored by the post. Forgive me.
Forgive me too, if I’ve hurt you ever.
On condition of life, we’ll meet again. Take care of yourselves, have fun and Khuda Hafiz.
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