This little girl is the daughter of Munna who recites namaz on fire during Ag ka Matam , most of the julooos she accompanies him loyally, dressed in a manner to invoke the pain that Hazrat Imam Hussains 4 year old Sakina had to bear , after the Martyrdom of her beloved father , brothers, relatives , but her sense of guilt was sending her Uncle Hazrat Abbas to fill her water pouch , from the blocked river of Euphrates.
Her Uncle Abbas surrounded by the might of the Ummayad armies till the bitter end..hands dismembered from a brave body, he gripped the water pouch by his jaws, but Arabian cruelty , inhumanness is a genetic trait, they spared him not, the water pouch, like a ripped heart of a little child bled , as the blood of Hazrat Abbas mingled with it, yes this precious parched water pouch we Shias call Mashke Sakina.
Every battle has certain rules, even the worst enemy is shown some form of tolerance, but this is the Tolerance of an unspeakable Ummayad Islam…Hazrat Abbas the warriors head to was decapitated hung on a spear as a war trophy, to be presented to Yazid.
Now remember these glorious fighters are presumably all Namazis, having the Holy Koran on their person, the tazbi… Islamic piety, their enemy a handful, 72 so to speak, the charge of the light brigade is nothing in comparison to Karbala as a battlefield.. the Holy Prophets Inheritance wiped away in a single slash…the Arab world condemns the hanging of Saddam Hussain, he was not given the rightful death, , no dignity in hid death, hoodlums killed him, taunted him, filmed his last moments for posterity and a hungry electronic media… the whole world was up in arms.. protest , everywhere in the Islamic world… revenge killings in Iraq, Pontious Pilate Bush , had already washed his hands they were smelling like roses, he took an extra dose of his sleeping pill, Commander of the US Armed forces…
Like the others I too would condemn the way he was killed, forgetting all his genocide, his inhuman laws that crushed oppositional thought..but for a moment cut back to Karbala.. well the Arabs have already forgotten it, we Shias keep it Alive , year after year , 1400 years a single chant like bellls reminding the world of a greater holocaust, than that carried out by Hitler.
Simly because this is the seed of the Man who gave us a reason to live with Dignity, who gave us the Kalma who bought us out from the wilderness of the Dark Ages, mind you I am not a Koranic scholar or historian, I am a pot of clay, yes I shed drops to show you my pain.. I crack when I am parched, so now you try to see Pain through the eyes of a Shia.. yes we relive it , we call this state on mind Azadari E Hussain , we use symbols, not just rhetoric , so our children, even in their darkest hours, will realise there is no greater pain than that of Imam Hussain.. this is known as Ghame Hussain.
The 10 th day of Moharam is called Ashura the Ultimate sacrifice the Head on a Platter…
but not the Hand…
SHAH AST HUSSAIN BADSHAH AST HUSSAIN
DEEN AST HUSSAIN DEEN PANAH AST HUSSAIN
SURDAD, NADAD DUST DUR DASTE YAZID
HAQQA KE BENAYE LA ILAH AST HUSSAIN
Hussain is the king, indeed he is the king of kings
Hussain is Deen and also the protector of Deen
He gave his head but not his hand of allegiance in the hand of Yazid
Indeed he was the founder (Like his grandfather)
of the concept of One God.
Two months eight days we grieve, our lives colorless, monochromatically shadowed black, I am happy I do not have to filch words from Shia sites this one time.. save the quatrain Shah ast Hussain.
So we go through Ashura , towards Chehlum, to Athvi.. till we realise that the Imam tear eyed too wants t go back to the land od Sorrows Karbala, all the Bibis the children, heads covered crossing the Hindu Kush, little Sakina turning back her head , yes Hazrat abbas will notleave , lying at his Dargah in LUCKNOW , YES HEAR MY SOBS , WE SHIAS TEND TO CRY SUCH IS THE ELOQUENCE OF THE HOLES MADE ON A WATER POUCH CALLED MASHKE SAKINA.. The Fourth Imam too walking unsteadily , chaind that have yet remaind cutting into the flesh of his soul, man can live many lives , but the Fourth Imam lived one Life ..a life that reverbrated the silence of the winds and the sandstorms crying out like a wounded eagle caught in electrical wires of modern times Sham Sham Sham.
Yes Ahle Bait moves the finger, of a wounded hand etching sorrow of our omnipresent pain.
Ya Hussain
Ya Hussain.
I personally a day after Navi started going back , yes Moharam.. starts the day after Navi for me…I am a heretic , I am a Hindu, I am everything , but whatever my greatest sin, even if you doubt the sincerity of my so called Shiasm, unlike yours, I will now confess ,, as the caravan moves away from the vision of my Imagination, I see one Lady , a solitary lady with huge Wings , protecting the caravan her flapping Rida , echoing words that soothe the turbulence of the Winds .. Nade Alliun Mazhbul Ajaib.. yes Janabe Zainab,, the Indomitable sister of Imam Hussain reciting Words without borders…
Yes Janabe Zainab.. the power and strength of an Islamic conviction…
Without her …nothingness.. minarets Azan and nothing else…
Today we see Karbala and Shaam through her Rida..
firoze shakir
photographerno1
5th april 2007.
Posted by photographerno1 on 05 Apr 2007
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