Evening Whispers
My Son, the dawn approaches,
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Ali Akbar (a.s.)Ali Asghar (a.s.)Bibi Fatima (s.a.)Bibi Zainab (s.a.)GhadeerHazrat Abbas (a.s.)Imam Ali (a.s.)Imam Askari (a.s.)Imam Baqir (a.s.)Imam Hadi (a.s.)Imam Hassan (a.s.)Imam Hussain (a.s.)Imam Jawad (a.s.)Imam Kazim (a.s.)Imam Mahdi (a.t.f.s.)Imam Reza (a.s.)Imam Sadiq (a.s.)Imam Zainul Abideen (a.s.)KarbalaProphet Muhammad (pbuh)Qasim ibn Hassan (a.s.)
Waqai-E-Karbala
O' My Allah, what has happened?
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.
Zuhayr ibn al-Qayn. A decision that changed his destiny
Zuhayr ibn al-Qayn.
John Bin Huwai- Not counted, still standing.
John bin Huwai.
Love does not grow old -Habib Ibn Mazahir
Habib Ibn Mazahir-
Yang Diwarisi Hanya Bercambah (What is Inherited Only Germinates)
Apakah erti risalah yang kuterima
Insane in Husseyn
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
Heroism & Humility
An angelic moon
Karbala’s poets
Karbala’s poets
Blessed Will
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
Motiya
“You’ll remember this when I’m dead,”