Ziyarah 2015

You know when i know ziyarah has started...when i pray in fear of my heavily pregnant luggage! I packed warm clothes that are clean and new because the cold scares me as much as the dark. The idea of someone cold, alone and at that a child, scares me the worst. I'm not sure if that makes me selfish or selfserving. I know today i wasn't thinking about me. Iraq always gives me peace and really that's what I need. I know I'm being called to gain my peace. 

This times different. Really different. Just different. I'm not childishly excited. I'm teary and scared. I want to see my Imams, I know they want to see me. I've never seen pain like in the eyes of the children, the orphans, those widowed women and all my heart does is send tears to my eyes. For my previledged life. For my ignorance. For my self centred world. When somethings goes wrong i've learnt to see khayr and hikma, but how do i tell my heart to understand this. I wish i could fix the injustice of the world. But to all those that have made Iraq what it is today...my heart and soul pray for the peace of every child or adult, any one affected. Allah swt give them tawfique. 

Back to my preganant luggage and lollipops. Nearly there...pray it gets through...