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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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.)
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-
Your Master
O whose Master I am,
ندائے خُم، تجلّیِ ولایت (The Call of Khumm, The Radiance of Wilayah)
دشتِ خم میں جلوۂ اسرارِ کبریا دیکھا
Ali, Unknown Is He
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
Echoes of Adhan e Fajr
With the echoes of azan e fajr
Motiya
“You’ll remember this when I’m dead,”
Be Taken
How a street turned silent