Shah ast Hussain (as)

mohamed

Mohamed son of late Mansoor Bhai at his House Imambada at Afzal Mahal Nakhas.

Perched as a momentous landmark,this mansion called Afzal Mahal, to a man of honor , a devout Shia, a thorough gentleman, a kindly human being, always ready to help the needy , the down trodden , a friend of Maulana Agha Roohi , late Mansoor Bhai.
All roads in Lucknow during Moharam lead to Nakhas, one of the places of pilgrimage was Afzal Mahal, Mansoor Bhai held fort , his House Majlis recited by the Lion of Lucknow , Agha Roohi Saab.
Mansoor Bhais wife was closely related to my in laws , Abbas Qassim and Wassim Qazilbash, as my wifes sister Huma married Shahid Bhai , father of Tareen the Terrible.Shahid Bhais sister is late Mansoor Bhais widow .
My bad luck the number of times I went to Lucknow during Athvi I never met this kind soul, not once.I attended his Majlis that was to commemorate his sudden death, untimely premature.
I still can never forget this Majlis, as I sat in their house Imambada, the wails of the women, the sisters of Mansoor Bhaui cursing their Fate, this was soul rending the piercing cries of his loss reverbrating through the silence of his house Imambada.Call this a belated obituary to man I never met, he left behind two kids a daughter and a son Mohammed.
It was Mohammed who invited me to his House Imambada,, these were the memories that opened up poetic wounds , yes I believe dead men are never dead , they are alive and perhaps Mansoor Bhai wanted to see me just once more time , shoot his ancestral Imambada , I have tears in my eyes , if being a Rafidi Shia makes me so human, so susceptible to pain, to God and his Godliness , I will opt for this Heresy any day.I dont want the Arabic peninsular, keep your covenants , your Holy cities , I am happy in a House Imambada of a dead man, an Imambada that embodies Shah Ast Hussain , Badshah Ast Hussain..
This is my tribute in tears I pay to Mansoor Bhai who I meet on a spitritual plain , a house Imambada that transforms itself as dried blood on the sands of Karbala.
A house Imambada is that holy Sanctum Sanctorum of a Shia house, it is also called Farshe Azza, if you have supersensitive vision, you can see head covered ladies of the noble house of Hazrat Imam Hussain, sitting in a corner weeping away and close to them a little child of three years restless to run and meet her Uncle Abbas who sleeps , blood mingling with the dryness of a Mashke Sakina.. Uncle Abbas sleeps at his Dargah near Kashmiri Mohalla.
Yes this is Shiasm, these are our tears waters of the Euphrates contained as pain, they flow freely, every season, yes this Ashura it lives on much after I too will go away like Mansoor Bhaiâ€¦
Shiasm is not a religion, it is a poetic vision of a Man who gave his head to keep the Heart of Islam alive..Yes 53 years of being a Rafidi Shia has been the best experience of my life I would not change it for Paradise offered by the majority as a distorted mirage on the delusion of their warped reality.Yes the Alams, the Taboots , Zuljana, the Matams , the blood shedding that you call Shirk.. is my True Faith..Call it by any name it is Karbala every day..
Man Kunto Maulah Fi Haza Aliyun Maulah
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain .

afzal mahal