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Commencement of final victory


 

Tired and worried, the breeze was whispering from alley to alley, in the silence of Medina, gently.

 

Were brightening the way, the silver lanterns of stars, softly.

 

Staring at the silence, was the moon, anxiously.

 

Broke the heart of Medina's silence,, the sound of a familiar heart-breaking supplication, suddenly.

 

Flowed to a corner and listened, the breeze, humbly.

 

Hid behind the clouds, the moon, bashfully;

 

and, from his tears, the clouds streamed with raindrops, pouringly.

 

Heavenly melody of Mahdi's supplications by Fatima's hidden grave, the Angels were hearing so restlessly:

 

O' the daughter of the Rasool of Allah! you were a celestial Light whom Allah allowed to shine on this dusty earth for a very short time, so that humankind may learn the secrets of the creation of a pure servant of Allah manifested as a woman, by observing the magnificence and grace of your style, so heavenly;

 

while, you were not just any woman, you were the most beloved of the Rasool of Allah who was the most beloved of Allah, you were the center of the Prophet's attention and kisses, you were the peace of Ali's heart and mind, you were the essence of Imamat and Leadership of humanity.

 

You, with a celestial plan, kept your grave hidden, and with this loudest most silent scream, you have delivered the Everlasting message of the usurpers' unrightfulness, and our Rightfulness to humankind, until Eternity.

 

Your hidden grave has gracefully echoed your dissatisfaction of those two -Abubakr and Omar-, and the unjust events after your father, in the arena of history.

 

Your dissatisfaction and wrath were Allah's, harming you, was harming the Prophet and Allah, the Prophet had declared so very clearly.

 

Your broken side, your black and blue face and arm …, are the undeniable witnesses for all that those humanoids had done, so selfishly and savagely.

 

But on a day like today, on the ninth of Rabi', your execration was answered, and exactly in a lonely anniversary of that blessed and glorious day, I- sad and broken from my father’s martyrdom- commenced my Imamat, the beginning of the Final Victory.

 

I have delivered the message to our Shi'ah that the time of my Appearance depends on their sincerity in imploring my Emergence, and their piety;

 

they also know that, in these hard moments of Anticipation, I have not forgotten them, not even momentarily;

 

and that, remembering us and seeking our help and guidance moment by moment, is their only safe refuge in this colorful world of uncertainty;

 

and that, the Appearance is their only hope for true prosperity.

 

Although your hidden grave has broken the hearts of our Shi'ah, those whose broken hearts beat and bleed in the cages of their chests in Anticipation of a green freedom, but this sad reminder has been keeping their hearts alive, and the blood of Anticipation flowing in their veins until that Ever-Promised Day.

 

O' my beloved mother! In these hard moments of Anticipation, I am seeking strength, from your heavenly patience and stability… .

 

Listening until then, the breeze, was able to remain calm no more, and transformed to an angry storm, ran through Medina, chased the clouds, and for one moment, put out the lanterns of stars, so that for one lonely second, that HIDDEN SUN could shine quietly in the broken heart of Medina, … until it shall come the time for the FINAL VICTORY … .