...meaning the 10th day...a multitude of emotions and interpretations away...we live out this one day as if it is the Qiyamah we all await, want, dread...yet await. In some sense it is Qiyamah. In another world its a chance to gage and reflect on who or what you are, where you will be this time next year, the year after, in 10 Ashura's time.
It's not just the brutal murder of an Imam, the tyranny of a dynasty, the end of something pure, the beginning of a journey. The same story is told each year, a different message is portrayed, a different meaning derived by each listener. The interpritation based on each persons resonance at that time and moment. Reflecting the past year, occasions come and gone. Each person views the sacrifice of Husayn (as) differently. Not one dry eye.
When I see Ashura, and baring in mind i have seen a few in my adult life, I see the difference between good and evil, perfection and imperfection, I see a character for each person, I see a historical relevance to today for each person. I see why the tears flow. I see how tyrants of today are the same dynasties who killed Husayn (as). I see the same inhumane disires, I see the same lack of mercy, I see the same pain, the same hurt. Where is the Rahma? The Akhlaq of Allah swt, did we forget? Did we not realise its perfection?
I see a daughter, a sister, a mother, all working together in turn forming perfection, showing me the true goal. I see opression, I see pain, I see hurt, most of all I see FAITH.
I wish to live forever, I will walk on this earth with pride, knowing my headscarf is a sign of my alligance to you Zaynab (as).
It's not just the brutal murder of an Imam, the tyranny of a dynasty, the end of something pure, the beginning of a journey. The same story is told each year, a different message is portrayed, a different meaning derived by each listener. The interpritation based on each persons resonance at that time and moment. Reflecting the past year, occasions come and gone. Each person views the sacrifice of Husayn (as) differently. Not one dry eye.
When I see Ashura, and baring in mind i have seen a few in my adult life, I see the difference between good and evil, perfection and imperfection, I see a character for each person, I see a historical relevance to today for each person. I see why the tears flow. I see how tyrants of today are the same dynasties who killed Husayn (as). I see the same inhumane disires, I see the same lack of mercy, I see the same pain, the same hurt. Where is the Rahma? The Akhlaq of Allah swt, did we forget? Did we not realise its perfection?
I see a daughter, a sister, a mother, all working together in turn forming perfection, showing me the true goal. I see opression, I see pain, I see hurt, most of all I see FAITH.
I wish to live forever, I will walk on this earth with pride, knowing my headscarf is a sign of my alligance to you Zaynab (as).
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