On Thursday, the 2nd of Islamic month of Muharram 61 A.H. Imam Hussain camped at a place in the region of Naynava called Karbala. On the following day Umar bin Sad bin Abi Waqqas Zohari reached there from Kufa with 4000 soldiers and encamped opposite the camp of Imam Hussain. Sad belonged to the family … Continue reading Rise of Hussain: In the valley of Death
After seeing death threats and pressure from the governor of his own city Madina, Hussain decided to leave his beloved city with his family members. The caravan consisted of his two sisters i.e. Zainab and Umme Kulsum, wives, brothers, and his children including a six-month-old infant child known as Ali Asghar nephews, housemaids and a … Continue reading Rise of Hussain: The journey to the glory begins
The bereaved person feels if his love towards the deceased person suddenly loses its tangibility which leaves an intense emptiness in the heart of the grieving person.
The Imam of wisdom and commander of faithful Hazrat Ali said that increase your silence and your thoughts will flourish, your heart will enlighten, and people will be safe from your hands. He again reiterated in another quote that excess of silence produces awe. In a detailed sermon, Hazrat Ali said, “Your redressing what you have missed through your … Continue reading Spiritual ethics: Solace in silence
It has become a routine matter in our lives every year that we literally sweat for Eid moon sighting. Every year Ramadan starts and ends with confusion. Its actually quite ironic that in this digital age in which there are countries trying to explore the darker areas of space and we the muslims of India … Continue reading The chaotic moon-sighting
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for … Continue reading The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Each star a rung, night comes down the spiral staircase of the evening. The breeze passes by so very close as if someone just happened to speak of love. In the courtyard, the trees are absorbed refugees embroidering maps of return on the sky. On the roof, the moon - lovingly, generously – is turning … Continue reading A Prison Evening