I had a beautiful dream on the birthday of Imam Hussein (a.s) a few nights ago. In this dream I was packing for Kerbala and my heart was rejoicing with an uncontainable delight. I was saying out loud as I packed my suitcase, how is this possible?!!! am I really, truly going to be on that blessed land? will I really be so close to my Imam Hussein (a.s)? will I live long enough to arrive there? And when I woke up, I felt so so deliriously happy--even though in my dream I didnt actually arrive in Kerbala!!! That whole feeling of hope, of preparing to leave, of feeling invited, of it all being possible once again was enough to make me feel euphoric with happiness long after I woke up!! My joy made me reflect on this important fact: If 1400 hundred years after he lived on this earth, a devotee who has never met him can feel so much longing for Imam Hussein (a.s) imagine the love his own sister Zainab must have felt for him? Imagine how much her heart must have grieved at the separation, how deeply she must have felt his absence... Imagine how deeply she wanted to return to Kerbala to take its soil in her hands and to feel his presence in its every grain. Imagine how his beautiful face must have lingered in her vision, how she must have craved his scent and ached for his gentle, kind expression to come in front of her face once again. And how often she must have said, I promise I will never forget you my beloved, Ya Hussein. I promise I will never forget you my beloved, Ya Hussein. I promise I will never forget you, my beloved, Ya Hussein....
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 23:53:41 +0000
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