Hoping to be human someday!

The One Who Cares…

Monday, November 2nd, 2009

“Never overlook the one who cares for you a lot, or one day you will realize that while trying to collect stones, you lost a diamond.”

Ali (A.S.)

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.

Pyaare Nabi Ki Pyaari Nawasi, Shaam Ko Qaidi Ban Ke Chali Hai!

Saturday, January 10th, 2009

Hazrat Fatimah Kubra (S.A.), eldest daughter of Imam Husain (A.S.), narrates:

I was standing at the opening of the tent, watching my father fight. I saw him fall from his horse and a few moments later I saw his head being raised on a spear. The enemy’s army started shouting “Allahu Akbar” after killing the Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) grandson and instruments of victory were being played.

Then I saw thousands of men start racing their horses towards our tents, all carrying spears. I turned around to go back into the tent but one rider thrust his spear into my back. I fell down.

When I regained consciousness, I found all the women of the Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) household sitting huddled under the open sky with bare heads and all the tents were on fire. I turned to my aunt Zainab (S.A.) and asked where my chadar (headcover/veil) was. She replied that the veils of all women had been removed by the riders with their spears.

Together we sat there after four days of hunger and thirst with the children, crying and surrounded by the pieces of our fathers, brothers and sons whose bodies had been torn apart by riding horses over them.

All women and children were tied with ropes the next day. Husain’s eldest son Ali Zain-ul-Abideen (A.S.) was made to wear a heavy stone neckbrace, his hands and legs chained tightly. The Prophet’s family was then marched off to Damascus with the heads of their loved ones on spears in front of them. One head belonged to a six month old, with his mother watching it all.

Imagine being a part of this caravan. Do you cover your head? How would you feel if you were paraded bare-headed in streets and bazaars with crowds gathering to throw sticks, stones and fire at you? What if your brother, son or father was with you? How would he feel?

This was done to the Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) women. The Prophet who taught Muslims about the sanctity of a woman, got this in return.