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Friday Messages: A peculiar night

Contributed by bineshan on 05 Sep 2010 - 05:29 AM

A peculiar night





How much longer, should he carry the scar of loneliness?!



How much longer, should he bend over the well and shed tears of loneliness?!



This night is a peculiar night, the night of orphanhood of the entire world …



The father of all ages is going to depart from this world, and will become orphan again, the whole world …



This night in history, is going to be the night of a very lonely migration …



And finally he said, "Swear by the Lord of Ka’bah, I have been delivered and reached Salvation."



Yes indeed, by the Lord of Ka’bah, he has reached Everlasting Salvation …



He has finally been released from a heart breaking thirty year separation …



It is drawing near, the moment of meeting his Lord, the moment of seeing again his brother Mohammad and his beloved Zahra, whom he has loved the most in his heart …



It is drawing near, the moment of peace, in his broken and tired heart …





All is end, with these dastard hypocrites, he is going to see better people than them, while these people are going to meet and experience …



In this night, becomes orphan again, not just the orphans of Kufah, but all the towns, mountains, fields, seas, skies …



The lonely dust of orphanhood is sitting on his children’s faces, and the trembles of tears, on their shoulders …



Zaynab is overwhelmed by sorrow, bursting into tears, becomes wet all over, her shining face …



Imam Hasan's tears are breaking his father's heart, so hard it is, seeing his beloved Hasan's tears …



Imam Hosain is shedding tears for his father's loneliness while his father, for his son's loneliness …



For, no day is like your Day, O’ Abaa-Abdellah!



Yes, no day will be like the Day of Imam Hosain … and no one will ever be as lonely as him, except perhaps …



It is said that Abaa-Abdellah suffered death twice: once when he was in the martyrdom excavation under the cursed Shemr’s dagger, and once before next to his son's dead body, his Ali Akbar, when placing his face next to his, heaving a sigh and saying, "May Allah kill them who killed you, how shameless before Allah, they are, and how shameless, in dishonoring their Prophet; after you, may dust cover the world …”



But perhaps the AmirolMo’menin was just as lonely as Hosain …



Tonight was not the first time the Amir-al-mo’menin tasted death; he also suffered death more than once …



Once tonight when the poisoned sword kissed his head, and once before when a dagger of enmity tore his heart …



When he placed his beloved Zahra in the grave and cast a piece of earth on her and wished that he was dead … And said:



My entire being is imprisoned with my sigh, in my chest;

How I wish, my being be heaved with my sigh, out of chest!



O Fatemah! No blessing, after you in my life;

How I worry, long be after you, my life!



Shedding tears on her grave, he said, “… How ugly is the sky and the earth in my sight after Fatemah. O the Messenger of Allah! My grief is everlasting and my nights will be ever-awake. This sorrow and grief will not leave me until Allah chooses the same home for me that you reside there in now … O the Messenger of Allah! There is a bleeding wound and pain in my heart. How soon was this separation between us. I express my pain and sorrow to Allah …”



And the grand mountain of patience kneeled down and fell on the ground …



Yes, there too, they killed Ali…when they killed his soul and his beloved flower …



But perhaps the peak of all loneliness was when Imam Hosain was under the feet of enemies in the martyrdom excavation, and the cursed Shemr commanded his army to attack the tents … when our Mawla gathered his last breaths and shouted:



Woe be unto you! You, the followers of the Abu-Sofyaan's house! If you do not have religion and do not fear the Last Day, at least be free in your lives!



The Cursed Shemr asked: What is it you are saying, O son of Fatemah?



He reminded them that he was at war with them and they with him, and that the women had no role. He asked Shemr not to let those fools and oppressors offend his women's quarters while he was alive. Shemr accepted, and thus all of them rushed to fight Imam Hosain …



But what can be said about the conqueror of Kheybar. while he was alive, they attacked his house, gathered wood to burn his house, with everyone in it, and no one was in the house but our Mawla Ali and our Lady Fatemah Zahra and their small children ...



They attacked savagely, tied Ali's hands, and hurt Fatemah with whip and shield of the swords …



All the existence of the Imam -who was commanded to remain patient- was burning. He was swallowing his anger, his pain and sorrow, while tears of blood was rolling down his face …



Those animal-like low humanoids had neither shame, nor humanity …



The Lion of Allah saw how they deprived the Prophet’s only pearl of her right to live and martyred Mohsen, his son. His heart was bleeding but he had to remain patient …



After all these sufferings which he endured, he had to remain behind and carry the burden of thirty years of separation; he had to tolerate the usurpers of his Allah-given Right, the murderers of his wife and son and … So he waited as if he had thorns in his eyes and bones in his throat …



And finally it was the Cursed Ibn-Moljam's strike which carried Ali to his wish … “Swore by the Lord of Ka’bah that I have been delivered ...”



And what about your loneliness, O’ Mahdi of Fatemah?! …