Jul 24, 2023
Sahifa e Sajjaddiyah (Supplication # 32)
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Sahifa e Sajjaddiyah (Supplication # 32)
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Muharram. The only month when the moon Shines its brightest on the tenth And in the space of a few hours Loses half its light Then falls to the earth Piece by bloodied piece Pulling not the oceans But tears of sacred devotion Until the end of time.
–Sraliz
Abbas, the Saqqa’ (the Water Carrier), the Moon of the Hashimites, the Standard-Bearer of Husayn, and the eldest among his brothers. He went to fetch water and they attacked him, Abbas moved against them reciting: “I do not fear death even when it calls out to me, I will fight until I cannot be seen in the heat of the battlefield, my life is ransom upon the one who is the life of Mustafa, verily I am Abbas and came to fetches water, while I do not fear on the day of battle”.
He scattered the forces, while Zayd bin Warqa’ ambushed him from behind the palm tree with the help of Hakim bin Tufayl Sumbosi and struck his right hand. Then Abbas defended himself with left-hand while reciting the following Rajaz: “By Allah! Although you have severed my right hand, I shall keep defending my Religion and also my truthful Imam, who is the son of the Prophet”.
He fought until he was exhausted. Hakim bin Tufayl Ta’i ambushed him from behind the palm tree and struck his left hand.
Hazrat Abbas said, “O soul, do not fear the infidels, may you receive the glad tidings of the Mercy of the Omnipotent, along with the Prophet, the Master of the empowered. They have severed my left hand with injustice, O Lord burn them in the fire (of hell)”.
The accursed killed Abbas (as) with an iron mace.
When Imam Husayn (as) saw Abbas (as) upon the ground near the bank of Euphrates,
Imam Husayn wept and said, “You, evil people, you have transgressed in your wickedness opposing the religion of Prophet Muhammad (sawaw), was he not the Best Prophet bequeath to you regarding us, are we not of the progeny of the Righteous Prophet, is not Al-Zahra (sa) my mother among you, was not Ahmad (sawaw) the best among the creations, you are condemned and failed because of what you committed and very soon you will face the scorching fire (of hell)”
I have you! No sorrow I have Abal-Fazl! O my flag bearer! How can I carry you ? How do I face the household ? My back has no strength My Sister’s hope Abbas My Daughter’s shelter Abbas! Guardian of my Household Abbas! Come! Return to the camps O all my existence Leave me not alone My flag bearer I plead
- Ali Fani
Two saints :- #nundreshi Sheikh Noor-ud-Din is popularly known as the #alamdar or the torch bearer of #Kashmir. He was a reformer poet ascetic and a protege of Lala Ded. His sayings are in the form of shruk which means knots. These knots/shruk have a lot of wisdom and worldly advice for the world hereafter. He remains popular and revered to this day. One of his shruk I quote, 'grat'ae chu phaeraan zyirey ziyrey, okhuy zaani gratuk tsal, grati yeli pher'i te zaevyul nyrirey, gyuh vaati paanay graat'ae bal Meaning: The grinding mill rotates with small pushes, The swivel alone knows the secret of the mill; The stone keeps moving and yielding fine flour, Wheat of itself keeps coming to the mill". #kabir or Sant Kabir Das was weaver poet of Benaras and a disciple of ascetic Ramananda. Kabir's powerful cult of spirituality and devotion impassioned his poetry. The qawals have sung and include his poetry in many forms. I quote, parmatam guru nikat virajain jaag jaag man mere dhaay ke pritam charanan lagye saayin khadaa sir tere jugan jugan tohi sobat beeta ajahun na jaag sabere". Meaning: O my heart, the supreme spirit the Master is near you, wake, oh wake! Run to the feet of your beloved: for your Loved stands near your head You have slept for unnumbered ages, this morning will you not wake?" Recommended both translations 100 poems of Kabir by Literary legend #Rabindranath #Tagore and Nundi Reshi by Kashmiri Sahitya Academy Award winner Prof Shafi Shauq. https://www.instagram.com/p/CiXxRXwvMW0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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#yaabbas . . Ziyarat Mola Abbas(a.s) #alamdar 8 Moharram 2020. . . #hussaini #azadari #alamdar #zuljanaimamhussain #faryalzafar #shia #moharram #imam #imamhussain #molaali (at Lahore, Pakistan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEd8jvIlRkl/?igshid=10iugte14drlo