Muharram is the first month of the Islamic calendar. It is sadly marked by tragic events which led to the brutal death of Prophet Muhammad's grandson Imam Hussain, his family members and companions. The Imam stood up against tyranny, oppression and injustice more than 1300 years ago in Karbala, Iraq. It was not a fight … Continue reading the Tenth
I thought being human was inbuilt in us and that we would be guided by our instincts or consciences to show decency and empathy to other people and living creatures. Sadly, it seems that very frequently we need lessons in humanity from others. I do believe that acts of kindness and the feeling of togetherness happen in many … Continue reading Lessons in Humanity
Not in their numbers, nor in their riches Not even in their positions But only in persistence do people find their power *** our brave heroes at Karbala stood up for justice and against oppression they were few in number, had little material wealth and were not leaders Speak up! Persistently!
This is a post about humanity. I know with the state of our world today, perhaps you like me are losing hope in us humans. What have we become? Self-centred, beyond reason, greedy and as for empathy....does that mean anything to anyone anymore? Let me take you on a journey to paradise, don't worry you … Continue reading Reawakening the Lost Humanity
she asks for her veil if only to mourn freely if only to hide tears if only to display courage if only to bury her sorrow she asks for her veil if only as a shroud... The Battle of Karbala was waged against Hussain, the grandson of Prophet Muhammed, by the despotic ruler and tyrant Yazeed. Hussain and … Continue reading her veil
It was not a fight over land, nor power, not even wealth... One man stood up for dignity, equality and justice... A lesson for today Some pages of history never fade away... The mighty are brought down not by those mightier but by those more humble than them... He is Hussain (This poem was partly … Continue reading It only takes one man
Strands of Saffron Are those strands of saffron on the sand, or the trickle of blood from that faraway land? Where the crimson setting of the sun, bore witness to the grief of each one Are those stars twinkling up high, look closely… teardrops glisten in the sky The moon hunches over in sorrow, as … Continue reading Strands of Saffron