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.)
Insane in Husseyn
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
ندائے خُم، تجلّیِ ولایت (The Call of Khumm, The Radiance of Wilayah)
دشتِ خم میں جلوۂ اسرارِ کبریا دیکھا
The Heart’s Cave
And there, his Beloved sees him,
Echoes of Adhan e Fajr
With the echoes of azan e fajr
Be Taken
How a street turned silent
Completion of Beauty
Oceans of light
Quiet Cave
A daughter is a quiet cave