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-
Insane in Husseyn
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
Ibn e Makkah o Mina
O who you don’t know me
Motiya
“You’ll remember this when I’m dead,”
Yours Again
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
The Caravan
The caravans of mystery boxes
Bayn Al Harmain
I stand between the sun and the moon
Muhammad & Hasan
What did we lose tonight?