From the childhood streets of Medina to the
scorching sands of Karbala. The letter sent on the 3rd of Muharram remains a timeless testament to what true loyalty looks like. Habib didn't hesitate for a second. 🤍
I was genuinely stunned by the love and support that poured in, mostly from the online Shia community.. truly blessed beyond words! On the flip side, the slurs, the takfir, the shirk accusations were there too. But none of it moved me! Not even a little.++
Every Muharram, I have this thinking of how I'm going to cry hearing the same Masai'b that I've been hearing for decades but after hearing just one line of Marsiya, I start to weep.
Muharram always comes at a time when you feel defeated by life when you want to cry but cannot, and you're under mental pressure. In such moments when you weep over the Masaib of Imam Hussain (as) your own sorrows begin to feel lighter and your heart finds a sense of peace.
In a few days, story of eternal love will be retold, a story told by Zainab (sa) and Ummul Banin (sa).
A story that that has been told over and over, for more than a thousand years and which should be stapled in our hearts as long as every shia's heart beats.
May Allah by the grace of Syeda Zainab protect the people of Iran & Lebanon, grant more strength to the axis of resistance & annihilate these child eating monsters.
About time I stop monitoring war before I lose my mind completely, may I wake up to the news of death of Netanyahu
This legacy is not new it is inherited.
From the solitude of Imam Ali, to the stand of Hussain ibn Ali, to the voice of Zaynab bint Ali.
Even to the silent testimony of Ali al-Asghar.
This path has always been carried by those who stood firm when standing felt impossible.