Gazing upon those clusters of stars, adorning the dreams as vast as the stars themselves. Absorbing their light through my eyes into my heart, I was filled with an overwhelming love for the Eternal, the 14, That my heart was lost in the deep aqua of divine love, brimming with tears.
“It was long ago destined for my eyes to well up and for me to fall asleep in that state, just as it was destined for the love of Hussain, son of Ali, to journey from my thoughts to my dreams — long before”
From the young age of 4 and half, the essences of spirituality were felt, always transcending the signals throughout my soul. Due to being scared of … anything, as i was a child … Imam (a) played his role there by the story of Karbala in my tough aspects leading me to get involved with my brain, with my heart, with my soul.
“THE TYRANT SHOT AN ARROW, AND IT PIERCED THROUGH THE BODY OF THE MASTER, ENTERING FROM ONE SIDE AND EXITING FROM THE OTHER.”
My father touching both sides of his neck, one after another, depicting the scenario of a moment in our eyes, moving us in a disturbing manner.
He himself got tears in his eyes and we slept while thinking about what has been told to us, what has been said.
Those little heads on muscled arms had Karbala inside, made us to remember and to
“Dream about Husyn (a)”
