A lot of people will be saying happy Islamic New Year and expressing joy, but this is a week I dread every year. Being from the blood of those great shaheeds who gave everything on the plains of Karbala, this time carries a deep sadness for me.
Yes, many blessed events happened on the 10th of Muharram, but that doesn’t take away from the weight of the tragedy of Karbala. Once you’ve been there, once you’ve stood in that sacred land and felt that heaviness in your chest, it stays with you.
Just as we remember our loved ones who pass from this world, we also remember our noble ancestors who stood alone in Karbala, with no worldly support, relying only on Allah and the spiritual presence of the Prophet صلى الله عليه وآله وسلم.
I cry when I think of Imam Hussain عليه السلام. He lost his beloved grandfather, then his mother, then his father, and then his brother. And on that day, he witnessed the slaughter of his family with his own eyes.
This week is a time of remembrance. A time when I reflect on their sacrifice, their strength, and their love for Allah. It is a love story written in blood and pain, but also in unwavering truth and light, الحمداللہ
May we never forget their legacy. ❤️
Syed Hamza Ahmed
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