Kadhimiya 2015

So the 6 hour dreaded drive from Basra to Kadhimiya is complete. Broken sleep, every hour turns and tosses with random discussions about the purpose of life. There's an announcement, at the 11 o clock position there's Imam Kadhimiya and Imam Jawad. If eyes could thirst, if broken hearts could mend, there would have been commotion till the h avens in the coach. When I think back to that moment my hearts emotion could only be captured in one word and that would be Subhanallah. I've dreamt about meeting the Baabul Hawaij since I left in 2013. This world has many joys, many highs and plenty of lows, but Kadhimiya is something else. Seeing those domes, the golden symbol that there's a part of your soul right here. The symbol of hope, peace, faith, love and tranquility all in one moment. I can say it's overwhelming but then in my mind I expected no less. No words can describe that moment, the seconds that turned to minutes while I stared and let the spiritual snapshot mark my soul for all of eternity. 

Imam Kadhim as reminds me of my brother as that's his name. Kadhim means to swallow anger. It makes me smile and cry at the thought of the Imams name being the personification of my brother. Missing you bhaijaan. The only thing that strikes me about Imam Kadhim as is calmness. You can go to Kadhimiya with ever intention to walk in and make demands but it doesn't work likethat is all I'll say. He makes everything seem minuscule, minute or even insignificant. All you want to do is pour your hearts vows out in a corner. 

Imam Jawa as is one person who fills my heart with hope. Not just any hope hope for humanity, hope for peace, hope for the aakhira. He's known as generous and I don't mean the giving gifts kind. I mean the even after only living till 25 he provides every single person with the hope that need. 

I've realised something about life on this trip no matter how much people have and how much they lack. People come to Kadhimiya with a burdened soul and leave free. Empty. Yet full to the brim. Knowing everything is handled. It's all managed, dealt with. I'm not just saying how I feel I'm telling you what all around me say, show and feel. 

I told them, everything, everything everything. No secrets no satarul Ayub. After all I'm not Allah. I'm only human. I off loaded it all. I left everything in their hands. Nothing for me anymore. 

Starting with Kadhimiya is always the way forward.