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ان وصلتم كربلاء اذكروني…
If you reach Karbala, remember me…
My heart rate just increased phenomenally! Labbaik ya Hussain ❤️
I dream of standing Between the Two Shrines
Pained over who I shall visit first
Aba Abdillahi al Hussain
or Abal Fadl who bore his master’s flag
I dream of kneeling Between the Two Shrines
The holy sands of Karbala swirling about me
Enveloping me, pulling my heart to Husain and then to Abbas
To Abbas and then to Husain
I dream of prostrating Between the two Shrines
Only to rise and find that I am beside my Imam
1372 years ago
My sword unsheathed
And my soul ready to meet its Lord
"The Little Orphan of Karbala"
Outside of the house we were staying in, a young boy sat on the hard cold floor selling small items for passing pilgrims.
What touched me the most was how humble he sat. Never once did he raise his head. Yet the whole time he smiled as he organized the head bands, small pins and flags he was selling. It wasn’t like any other smile, it was a smile of contentment; a smile of faith. His innocence and humbleness touched the core of my heart. His simplicity and honesty. I felt obliged to sit and talk to him for a few minutes.
I kneeled down and said, "Asalaamu Alaykum little one". He looked up at me with the most purest smile, as if he was just waiting for someone to talk to him and replied, "Wa alaykum asalaam O’ pilgrim of Hussain. Welcome! Welcome!". I asked him, "What’s your name?". He replied, "Ahmed". I asked him, "How old are you?". He replied, "I’m 11 years old big brother. May God grant you long life to keep coming to Karbala." At his reply I felt my throat tighten as I tried to hold back my tears. I asked him, "Why are you sitting out here in the cold by yourself?" He replied, "You see my brother, my mother and father were killed in a bomb blast as they were leaving Friday prayer to come home and now I am left to take care of my 4 sisters and 1 older brother who is handicap because of chemical poisoning." His reply felt like a dagger to my heart and I could no longer hold the tears back and lowered my head in shame.
With his cold little hands he raised my head and wiped my tears and said, "Don’t cry big brother, for this is an honor for me. Don’t think we are alone. We are now the orphans of Aba Abdillah Al-Hussain (as) and I am the Abbas of my home. Is there a greater honor than this?"
I hugged him tightly, as if I never wanted to let go. As I was getting up he stretched his hand out and handed me a green piece of cloth from his collection. He said, "Big brother, take this gift from me and put it in your prayer rug but promise to remember me. Don’t forget, my name is Ahmed from Karbala." And his smile is still engrained in my heart.
I walked away knowing this was another lesson from God …
If the world is valuable; surely the place of God’s rewards is higher and more valuable.
If bodies were created for death; surely being killed with swords in the way of God is more honorable.
If the share of daily sustenance of each creature is provided by the creator, surely it isn’t decent for man to be greedy for gain and eat excessively.
If wealth is amassed for one day to be be left, why is a free man so miser on something he has to leave.
If tonight you wish to take your heart,
Back one thousand four hundred & thirty five years.
To the day when the Kingdom of Wilayah,
Was saved by its very own Prince.
Let your searching eyes wander,
Beyond the darkness of time and it’s veil.
To the lonely servant of our Master,
With whom the stars and angels stood witness.
Though he too is known to the world as al-Qamr,
There can only ever be one Moon of Bani Hashim.