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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.

Back But Khuda Hafiz Again

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

I’m back.

Where was I? Well, my grandmother called me and I went to pay her a visit.

I am now officially a Zaair of Lady Zainab Binte Ali (S.A.), Princess of Islam and Queen of Syria!

Man, what a peaceful visit! No tension, no problems, nothing to bug me. Just me and my thoughts, beliefs and the Ahle Bayt (A.S.). Aaahh!

And what beauty!

The shrine is magnificent! From outside it looks small but once inside, and after some exploration you come to know how large it is. The dome is made of gold bricks. The minarets are tall and beautiful. And the burial chamber is simply breath-taking!

Glasswork and patterns on walls, the magnificent interior of the dome, the solid gold and silver cage (Zareeh) that covers the grave. The doors to the chamber are of gold and silver, plated with glass. The shrine gives the impression of some lioness’s den. Well, it is. ;)

And then there is another shrine. That of Sakinah Binte Husain (S.A.), the four year old daughter of Imam Husain (A.S.) who died in the dungeon of Yazeed’s (L.A.) palace. This shrine looks small too but it’s huge, beautifully simple and simply beautiful!

This shrine has an aura of innocence, of the masoomiat of a child. And it’s even more beautiful than that of Lady Zainab (S.A.).

I also visited the shrines of Bibi Sakinah Binte Ali (S.A.) [under construction in Darayya], the Ahle Bayt (A.S.) section of the graveyard of Bab-e-Saghir in Damascus, the grave of Sahabi-e-Rasool Bilal-e-Habashi (A.S.), the Christian priest’s house in Halab where Imam Husain’s (A.S.) head was kept on a stone and the stone weeps blood on Ashurah to this day.

I visited Riqqa where the graves of the Sahabis of Muhammad (S.A.W.W.), Ammar-e-Yasir (A.S.) and Awais-e-Qarani (A.S.) are located. It’s actually the battleground of Siffin where the army of Ali (A.S.) trampled Muawiyah’s (L.A.) like ants. These two Sahabis gained martyrdom here and about Ammar-e-Yasir, the hadees of the Prophet (S.A.W.W.):

O Ammar, you will be killed by a group of rebels!

On Ammar’s martyrdom, Ali (A.S.) was enraged, entered the battleground and slaughtered Muawiyah’s (L.A.) troops like carrots and radishes. The battle was won.

I visited Bazaar-e-Shaam (the Bazaar of Hamidia), Bab-us-Sa’at and Yazeed’s palace.

I witnessed moujzaat (miracles) at the shrine of Lady Zainab (S.A.), two general and four personal. Yes, with me!

All those who can see my bruised eye in my Facebook dp, I rubbed it with the Zareeh of Lady Zainab (S.A.) and it healed in no time. The dark bruise that was refusing to go vanished within two days!

This is only a small summary of my visit. I hope I get invited again.

But right now, I’m sitting in Pakistan, back in the grip of life. And I’m going to take an indefinite break. Could be two hours, two days or two months. I don’t know. I’m going to relax now, enjoy the pack of Dunhill’s My Mixture No. 16 Limited Edition that I got from Abu Dhabi airport.

When I come back, that is if I do, I’ll write about my journey, complete with pictures and videos. But right now, it’s Khuda Hafiz again. Take care.

Rand()

Thursday, December 18th, 2008

I intended to go jogging this morning so I went to bed early last night, around 1 a.m. I knew I won’t wake up in the morning at six. But when KESC decides to shower it’s blessings on you, you can’t help it.

I turned off my alarm at 6 a.m. and went back to sleep. Some time later, my grandfather woke me up to tell me that the electricity had “gone back home” and asked me to start the generator. It was six-twenty. After doing so, I thought what the heck, let’s go jogging! So I spent half an hour in the bathroom in a vain attempt to empty myself. Then I left the house at seven-twenty.

The park I went to is located near Imam Bargah-e-Bab-ul-Ilm, Five Star Chowrangi, North Nazimabad and it’s too big for my jogging taste (four Nando’s Chowrangis to be exact, and count the outer circumference). Khair, I made a walking round first. Then I started to jog. Completed the first round and then I realized what a shitty habit smoking is. It kills your lungs. And your lungs kill you. When you jog.

After that it was walk, jog, walk, jog, walk, jog. Four rounds and that was too much for me. My throat was completely dry and it felt like the veins in my nose were about to burst. So I returned.

Later, all the muscles in my legs were taught and aching.

Got my bicycle repaired today too. Replaced the tires, tubes and painted the rims, handle and mudguards. Looks okay now, I think.

The picture of SAWJ's Bicycle.

I spray-painted it along with another guy and my hands were silver and black when we finished. I swallowed some too, I think that’s why I’m coughing right now. Then I went for a ride…

One friggin small round, that’s it, one friggin small round and my legs were hurting again. I used to cycle at top-gear full speed, and today even one round at normal-gear fast speed was too much. Well I did manage and I went for more rounds later but the first one almost killed me.

Okay I like to exaggerate a little but my legs ARE going to kill me tomorrow. It’ll get back to normal soon. Hope someone wakes me up tomorrow morning too.

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And I’ve been listening to Metallica’s Suicide And Redemption from Death Magnetic for the past few days. It’s a killer!

Awesome, just bloody awesome! Get’s depressing in the middle (that’s what I’ve been feeling for the last few days). Then it picks up and Hammet just kills with the guitar. :D

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On another note, I really enjoyed posting the answer to the SAWJ quiz. Some people are out to kill me now! :P

Dead Goldie 2: Big-Goldfishlessness

Monday, November 17th, 2008

So the other one decided to pass out too today.

Mom: Would you like me to fry her for you?

Me: Yeah, right!

Sister: Oh my God, she’s dead too? What’s she doing in that net you’re holding?

Me: She wanted to come give you a Salsa lesson before I throw her away. Idiot!

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What I have left:

  • 2 Yellow Carps
  • 1 small orange Goldfish
  • 2 medium-sized white Red-capped Goldfish
  • 1 black Angel
  • 2 Rainbow Sharks
  • 2 White Albino Sharks
  • 1 Blue-line Shark
  • 2 Silver Sharks
  • 2 Black Ghosts (These are the best and the most expensive of the lot. They can swim in any direction! The bad part is that they like to act ‘dead’ a lot!)

What I’ve lost:

  • One small orange Goldfish
  • One white Angel
  • Two Red Albino Sharks
  • Two big orange Goldfish

Maybe I have an overcrowded tank? It’s 2*1*(nearly 2) feet. Limit is around 15-17 fishes.

I hope none of the other fish have any plans of visiting the “kiyari” soon!