Muharram the beginning but never the end
It’s the first day of the month, when a mother dresses her children in black, pakeezah (pure) attire, putting away all party outfits and bringing out modest, simple clothing.
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It’s the first day of the month, when a mother dresses her children in black, pakeezah (pure) attire, putting away all party outfits and bringing out modest, simple clothing.
Habib Ibn Mazahir-
Apakah erti risalah yang kuterima
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
For Sayyed Ali Khamenei (May Allah be pleased with him)
An angelic moon
The Guarantor, the Surety, the Earth that holds.
O whose Master I am,
دشتِ خم میں جلوۂ اسرارِ کبریا دیکھا
Karbala’s poets
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
And there, his Beloved sees him,
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
Seasons change, so does the weather
In these nights of Ramadan,
With the echoes of azan e fajr
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
Each of you, pick up a stone.
What is the cost of loyalty?
The caravans of mystery boxes