Friday, October 06, 2006,11:04 pm
Ya Haider !

"O men and women! Allah is my Mawla. I am the mawla of the faithfuls. I have a clear authority over their souls, And of whomsoever I am the mawla, Ali is his mawla. O Allah! Love him who loves Ali, hate him who hates Ali."

The words of the Prophet [pbuh] echoed throughout the masses on the day when Islam was perfected on the plains of Ghadeer. The successor of the Prophet [pbuh] was no other than Imam Ali [as],a man who was the commander of the faithfuls, the door to the city of knowledge and the first illuminary of the Divine leadership. The companions pledged their allegiance to him as their leader after the Prophet of Islam [pbuh].. But what happened after the demise of the Prophet [pbuh] was a sad reality..

The pledge broken and forgotten... The Leadership taken away from its rightful owner... And the door to the house of Lady Fatima [sa], where the Prophet of Islam [pbuh] would come and send salutations on the People of the House, was burnt.. Son of Fatima [sa], Mohsin was martyred before even being born.. The brother of the Prophet [pbuh] was dragged from his house with his hands tied.. Imagine O followers of the Ahl ul Bayt [as] the tragedies he had witness in only a few weeks or so after the demise of the Prophet [pbuh]..

And then came that hour when his wife Lady Fatima [sa] also departed from this world.. The rose of Mohammad [pbuh] that shared his fragrance with the world departed from this world weakened and withered..The husband of this great Lady remained patient in this hour of sorrow.. He buried her in a place which remains hidden and that hidden grave is what the lovers of Fatima seek.. O my Master Al Mahdi [ajtf] hasten so you may reveal the grave of your Grandmother and bring peace to the hearts of the lovers of Ahl ul Bayt [as].

Tragedies and sorrow fell upon him continously yet he remained steadfast and had faith in Allah. To Him he turned in time of sorrow and in time of need.. To Him he spoke about his loss and his sorrow..

And then came the 19th night of the month of Ramadan..Darkness and sorrow had descended upon the city of Kufa. My Imam [as] leaves his house, the cries of the birds could be heard out aloud it was as if everything in the nature knew what was to happen.. The call of prayers sounds in the alleys of Kufa, the inhabitants gather for the morning prayers.. Imam Ali [as] leads the prayers and while he is in prostration to his Lord, the posionous sword struck the head of the Imam [as] and he calls out in satisfaction to his Lord: فزت ورب الكعبة (By the Lord of Ka'bah, I have succeeded).. At that moment a voice echoed from the heavens above..the earth shook, it was like the whole world had fallen in grief for the loss of this great man. The people of Kufa gathered around the house of the Imam [as], lamenting and crying for a man who looked after them so affectionately now is on the verge of leaving them.

He instructs his last will to his son Al Hasan [as], and gives him the authority of the Imamat. He bids farewell to Lady Zainab and Lady Umme Kulsoom and to Al Abbas and Al Husayn [as] while in his eyes reminiscing about the events that is to follow his martyrdom, the event where his son Al Hasan [as] will be poisoned and he would be martyred twice, the events of Karbala and of Kufa and Damascus, events where his daughters will be bought to the palace of the oppressor with no veils on their heads and their hands tied. O followers of Ahl ul Bayt [as] imagine the grief of this departing father, he endured every sorrow with patience and faith in Allah.

And then that hour came when the first light of the Imamat was extinguished, when another member of the family of Ahl ul Bayt [as] departed this world. The children of Mohammad [pbuh] were orphans, grief had once again struck the People of the House...The followers wept as the news spread about his martyrdom among the people of Kufa.. It was like as if the whole city had been orphaned in a night... In the heavens the angels lamented, the Prophet [pbuh] is in sorrow and sadness, Lady Fatima [sa] cried for her beloved husband... And today my Imam, my master Al Mahdi [ajtf] cries tears of blood at times on the plains of Karbala, at times amongst the ruins of Askariya, at times amongst the pilgrims of Najaf and at times on the hidden grave of Fatima [sa]..

Ya Sayedi! ya Imam!
O my master, O my mawla return for the winds of Najaf cry for justice..

Ya Mahdi Adrikni.. Ya Abu Saleh Adrikni..

posted by Ya_Baqiyatullah
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