Saturday, November 04, 2006,4:13 am
Mashad: City of Exaltation. . .

I begin in the name of Allah, the most merciful, the most compassionate, the Creator of heavens and earths, the Master of the Universes and the Creation. The One who alone deserves to be worshipped, the One who is the light in darkness, the One who is hope in despair, the One who is pardoner for all sins, the One who possess majesty and splendour, the One who is all knowing and all hearing.

The lips continue to glorify Allah (s.w.t), the heart is humbled by the presence of the Lord, and the eyes are filled with tears… An image of a majestic place enters the mind; it is as I am at the gates to the Shrine of my beloved Imam [as] once again. The door of mercy and forgiveness is open to me once more. The Golden dome harbouring the Zaree radiates its light all around the courtyard. It is as if the light illuminates the place further adding to the already majestic touch of beauty.

The soothing wind touches the pilgrims lightly; the calmness of the place brings a sense of peace and tranquillity to the heart of the believers; the guided ones are here to see their beloved one who lies with the Golden Dome in the city of Mashad.

I stand at the gate of his shrine looking at the magnificent site, preparing myself for that visit with my beloved, the waiting has come to an end, the heart is filled with joy and the eyes cry tears of reunion. I walk towards to the doors of his Zaree, a small distance but one which seemed an eternity. The mind wanders in a sea of endless thoughts; the heart is overcome with anticipation of this reunion.

I stand at the door to his Zaree and call out to him, a call of happiness for at last I am there once again to be with my master, my beloved and my guide. The sadness of separation was gone, the curtains which prevented me from his noor were gone, the veils of darkness were lifted and there I was amongst the many lovers of my beloved standing near his Zaree and just losing myself in the ecstatic atmosphere.

I move towards the Zaree in hope of meeting him, connecting with him. The long days were gone I was there again within his sights, under the dome of his mercy, just like another follower seeking the light of the path to my Lord. I embrace the Zaree as a mother embraces her child; the tears stream down uncontrollably, the heart releases a sigh of relief and the soul reaches the stage of contentment. The feeling of union was so great, it felt like there was nothing but his Zaree and me, it was as if I was absorbed in that moment of union, my soul and my heart were enlightened by his noor. His words filled my heart with light, my eyes with vision and my soul with inspiration… It was the means of survival in the days of separation after the farewell.

Then the moment came when I had to leave the moment of farewell to my beloved but how could I do that. I stood by the doors of his Zaree with a heart of sorrow and eyes filled with tears. How can I leave this place? The place of my master, my beloved, the place where the heart feels the bliss and the soul contend with the glory of the Almighty, the sublime kingdom which brings tranquillity to a believer, it breaks those obstacles and evolves the person, the majestic nature of the place humbles the soul. I leave with a prayer to my Lord, with a request to Him, a request of another visit to this place, to see my beloved, to be near his Zaree again. I pray to Him to strengthen my faith, to strengthen my belief and to give me patience to bear the difficult times ahead…

With pain in my heart, with tears in my eyes I leave his vicinity…. I longed for the return of my master, my mawla, Imam Al Hujja [ajtf] to be my aid in this hour of despair and sorrow. To guide me and lead me in these oppressive times… Oh Imam! You are my leader, my guide, my master…. O Imam! Be my light on this path I am all alone with out you… O Imam! Bless us shias, your followers with your grace and your intercession in the hereafter….

These words were uttered by the heart as the tasbhee of Lady Fatima [sa] came to an end…

I feel the pain, the pain of separation from my Imam [as] till today and I shall carry it in my heart till my Imam [as] invites me again to meet him, to be a pilgrim and to do his ziyarat!

O Ahl ul Bayt! [as] Peace of Allah be on each of your patient hearts. O Ahl ul Bayt! [as] Peace of Allah be on each of you.

May the return of the Hujja bring us all ease!

Labbayk Ya Mahdi!


 
posted by Ya_Baqiyatullah
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9 Comments:


  • At 8:32 pm, November 04, 2006, Blogger -Floo-

    wow ... just Beautiful! :O
    its the sort of thing which like makes you stop and think ...
    Ziarat Qubool InshaAllah! :]

     
  • At 6:57 am, November 06, 2006, Blogger Ghasheema

    a7sant...excellent and very well described emotions.

    Honestly this is one of the best posts I have ever read..God bless you

    allahoma 3ajel faraja 8a2em al Muhammed wa ej3alna min ansarehim.

    Its nice to see young man so committed to his faith.

     
  • At 7:18 am, November 07, 2006, Anonymous Fatima Munawara

    Subhanallah! May the faces of shias be enlightened with the light from the fae of our Master (atfs)!!

     
  • At 5:38 pm, November 07, 2006, Blogger sUmAiYa

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  • At 9:58 am, November 09, 2006, Anonymous Umm Zahra

    MashaAllah. MashaAllah. Excellent post, akhi!

    Ps. why aren't I on your blog roll?! :S

     
  • At 2:07 pm, November 09, 2006, Blogger Ya_Baqiyatullah

    Salaams all

    Thanks for your comments! much appreciated :)

    Umm Zahra I shall add you to my blog roll inshallah. I have to add a few more people too I just dont have much time with my studies etc but will do it soon I promise :)

    Tc
    Ws

     
  • At 4:26 pm, November 11, 2006, Blogger Mardhiya

    Salam,

    Well scripted ... and simply beautiful, capturing the true love of a zair (visitor).

    You know what it reminded me of? The example of a thirst-struck person. Give a thirsty person little water, it will aggravate his thirst. This is how visiting Imam Redha's (as) shrine feels like. You simply cannot cast your eyes away from the Zaree; its like your Imam (as) is welcoming you to his very own house. And you, standing there amid all emotions; trying to supress the streaming tears.

    May Allah quench our thirst by gracing us with a ziyarat trip to Mashad.

     
  • At 7:50 pm, January 24, 2007, Anonymous zeinab

    salaam,

    that was truly awe-inspiring. it evokes the beautifully paradoxical combination of passion and sublimity. you have somehow managed the rare feat of encapsulating a believer's love for an imam in words. i have never experienced transcendence by reading something before...subhan'allah...

     
  • At 2:39 am, February 07, 2007, Blogger Ya_Baqiyatullah

    Salaams

    Thanks for the comments Sis Mardhiya and Sis Zeinab

    May Allah bless us with another chance to visit the houses of the Infallibles and yes it is the example of a thirst struck person and I feel it shall remain till the day of the Zuhoor of Imam Al Mahdi [ajtf]

    Wsalaams