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Favourable review Marje Shiaan-e-Aalam Al Imam Al Khoie about the personality of Ayatullah Al Uzma Abul Qasim Kokabi Tabrezi (dama zilloho)

Favourable review of Zaeem Hoza-e-Ilmia Najaf Ashraf Iraq, Marje Shiaan-e-Aalam Al Imam Al Khoie (quddessa sirroho) about the personality of Hazrat Ayatullah Al Uzma Abul Qasim Kokabi Tabrezi (dama zilloho)FULL STORY..


Husseinian Ceremonies: An Interview with a Christian Scholar

The following is an extract of the interview with Dr Paul al-Hilw, which appeared in the Arabic Kuwaiti monthly 'al-Menbar', issue 12 (2nd Year), May 2001, page 12. Translated by Ali Adam, London.             FULL STORY..

The Fatawa of the Maraje Uzzam and view of Quaid-e-Millat-e-Jafariya Pakistan Agha Moosavi in response to the following query on the occasion of Ashura 1423 Hijri

His Excellencies the Grand Maraje', Hazaraat-e Ayaat al-Udhaam may Allah protect them
Salaam Alaykum,
We would be grateful if you express your opinion about Qama-Zani. Please state in what form this act should be conducted if it were to be done in secret and or in public. 

With thanks 
The Lovers and Devotees of Aba-Abdillah al-Hussain alayhis-salam                  FULL STORY..

The Route of Imam Hussain (PBUH) from Makkah to Karbala 

The map shows the Route that Imam Hussain (A.S) took when he left Makkah for Iraq. The date was 8th Zilhijja 60 Hijri (10.9.680 AD). With him there were about 50 people including women and children of his family and friends. His uncle Ibne Abbas and his brother Mohammad-e-Hanafiya did not go with him. They came to bid farewell and tried to warn the Imam of the dangers ahead. Mohammad-e-Hanafiya told him that the Makkans and other pilgrims were wondering why he was leaving just one day before the Hajj. Imam left a letter with his brother which explained his position clearly.        FULL STORY..

Elegiac poetry about Imam Hussein (AS)

Once Jafar bin Affan came to the 6th successor of holy prophet Muhammad (PBUH & HP) Hazrat Imam Sadiq (PBUH)'s residence and seated himself next to him.

Imam (PBUH) said: "Ja'far, I have been told that you recite poetry for Hussein, peace be upon him, and that you do it well." "Yes, and may God make me a sacrifice for you!" replied the poet. "Recite, then", said Imam Sadiq (PBUH), and Jafar recited:           FULL STORY..

Shi'as in Iraq

Language: Arabic

Country Populaiton: 21,724,000. (1998 estimate, UN Census Bureau)

Group Population: 13,033,000, (60%) 

Religion: Shi'a (Moslem). It is one of the two main branches of Islam. They strictly adhere to the five pillars of Islam and the six articles of faith. They differ from Sunnis (the other main branch of Islam) in that they are followers of the Prophet Mohammed's son in law 'Ali. They believe in succession of infallible Imams or religious leaders who were all members of the Prophet's family and who interpreted the law and doctrine. Shi'ism is the established faith in Iran and Lebanese Shi'as have a continuing interest in events in that country. There is now a substantial Shi'a population living in Beirut, but Southern Lebanon and the Biqa region are the areas where the majority of the Shi'as have traditionally lived.

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Hazrat Syed Waris Shah - A great Sufi

Waris Ali name, Makhdoom-Ul-Asfia and Sartaj-Ul-Fuqura titles, was a renowned holy man with a large number of followers, known as Warisi spread all over the country. FULL STORY..


The Sufis are not an ethnic or religious group, but a mystical movement that is found all over the Islamic world and that still has a deep influence on the varied populations of the Middle East. FULL STORY..

Ziyarat Bibi Zaynab [a.s.] 

Peace be upon you, O' daughter of the Chief of prophets. 

Peace be upon you, O' daughter of the Master of the sanctuary and the banner. 

Peace be upon you, O' daughter of him who was made to ascend to (highest) heaven and reached the station of two bows' length (to Allah) or even closer. FULL STORY..


Where is Her(A.S) grave?

    From Islamic Occasions.

    The Muslims have been deeply pained.
    Their beloved prophet has passed away.
    And especially for his kith and kin,
    it is one of their lives' saddest day.

    A lady who happens to be his daughter,
    above all, is the most afflicted one.
    She was the nearest to her father.
    Alas! Her troubles have just begun.

    What in the Prophet's eyes was her status,
    unfortunately the people shall forget.
    She should be respected by all of us.
    But a harsh treatment, she'll be met.

    Everyone had heard her father say,
    "My daughter is a part of me".
    For her safety he would often pray;
    Not wanting her to bear any agony.

    But his words fell on deaf ears
    as his followers were lead astray.
    And were realized those worst fears,
    because his tidings were disobeyed.

    Each forthcoming day brings her sorrow
    and only a few more months she'll live.
    Each night she worries about her woes.
    Her tormentors, she may not forgive.

    In her last days, she is seen weeping.
    Awake all night, she seldom sleeps.
    Of her troubles, she keeps thinking.
    The wounds in her heart are so deep.

    The thoughts of her father alone
    cause tears from her eyes to flow
    and what will happen to her children?
    What fate do they have in stow?

    "Be kind to them and take care",
    she wills about her poor children,
    because she'll be no longer near
    and they'll soon be orphans.

    As she spends the time crying,
    her neighbors come and complain.
    But look! She is already dying.
    Their complaint will be in vain.

    And that dark moment finally comes,
    for her heavenly abode, she departs.
    Holding back their tears, her children,
    see baba leaving with a heavy heart.

    Hands trembling and with great anguish,
    he takes away her coffin during the night.
    And he makes sure to fulfill her last wish.
    She will rest, out of everyones' sight.

    Has gone from this world forever,
    the mother of children so brave!
    But why was she buried in a manner
    that no one knows, where is her grave?


Sayings of Muhammad (S.A.W.)  

By Irshad Awan

A man giving in alms one piece of silver in his
lifetime is better for him than giving one hundred
when about to die. 

To meet friends cheerfully and invite them to a feast
are charitable acts. 

To extend consideration towards neighbors and send
them presents are charitable acts. 

To acquire knowledge is binding upon all Muslims,
whether male or female. 

The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of
the martyr. 

He who travels in the search of knowledge, to him
God shows the way of Paradise. 

Acquire knowledge, because he who acquires it, in
the way of the Lord, performs an act of piety; who
speaks of it praises the Lord; who seeks it, adores
God, who dispenses instruction in it, bestows alms;
and who imparts it to its fitting objects, performs an
act of devotion to God. Knowledge enables its
possessor to distinguish what is forbidden from what
is not; lights the way to Heaven; it is our friend in the
desert, our companion in solitude, our companion,
when bereft of riends; it guides us to happiness; it
sustains us in misery; it is our ornament in the
company of friends; it serves as an armor against our
enemies. With knowledge the creatures of Allah rises
to the heights of goodness and to noble position,
associates with the sovereigns in this world and
attains the perfection of happiness in the next. 

Keep yourselves far from envy, because it eats up
and takes away good actions, like the fire that eats
up and burns wood. 

Supression of Anger 
Whoever suppresses his anger, when he has in his
power to show it, God will give him a great reward. 

He is not strong and powerful, who throws people
down, but he is strong who withholds himself from

Deal gently with a people, and be not harsh; cheer
them and condemn not. 

Much silence and a good disposition; there are no
two works better than these. 

The best of friends is he who is best in behavior and

One who does not practice modesity and does not
refrain from shameless deeds is not a Muslim. 

Parents and Family 
Paradise lies at the feet of thy mother. 

He who wishes to enter Paradise must please his
father and mother. 

No one who keeps his mind focussed entirely upon
himself, can grow large, strong and beautiful in

Remembrance of God 
Whoever loves to meet God, God loves to meet him. 

The five stated prayers erase the sins which have been
committed during the intervals between them if they
have not been mortal sins. 

God is not merciful to him who is not so to
humankind. He who is not kind to God's creation
and to his own children, God will not be kind to him.

Whosoever visits a sick person, an angel calls from
Heaven: "Be happy in the world and happy be your
walking; and take your habitation in Paradise." 

Wordly Love and Materialism 
The love of the world, is the root of all evils. 

Wealth properly employed is a blessing; and a man
may lawfully endeavour to increase it by honest


The Track of Blood:A poem on Imam Husayn(a.s)

    By: I H malik

    Trees I like them - 
    In your reverence they stand firm; 
    Likewise the water, 
    It's the dowry of your mother. 
    It's your blood brightened the honor, 
    It's your nobility the horizon does mirror. 
    The dusk is that niche, 
    In the morn by martyrdom you did pray. 

    In my mind thoughts about that valley flood 
    The soil of which sucked your blood. 
    No, indeed not, a vale so high I saw never. 
    It is you, only you, in a downfall dear, 
    Better from the vale itself hear! 

    A sword which at your throat did ply 
    Cut every thing into two under the sky. 
    Turned Hussaini whatever at your side 
    While Yazidi the other side. 
    Now rocks and we! 
    Waters and we! 
    Hills, canals, meadows, trees- 
    Some are Yazidis 
    Else, they are Hussainis. 
    Blood your neck irrigated 
    Everything under the sky into two divided - 
    Even the color 
    Resided in every particle 
    In a dazzling garish carbuncle. 
    Else, not Hussaini nor does concur. 

    Your death, lo, what a gage! 
    Laughed at life and vilified its stage 
    That to the death desired life to page. 
    Your blood stood there 
    and stood the Truth in its care: 
    One it is but a fare. 
    Determination stood a security; 
    Riveted the world into its guarantee. 
    Although false espouses the world 
    Truth in canopy of your name brides the world. 

    Peep into truth if to see you 
    And the grass when it is to grow, 
    The water in a drink when it's to flow, 
    The stone as challenges a throw, 
    Into a sword when it cuts into two 
    Or the lion when its roar the winds blow, 
    Into the horizon which is bloody, 
    In the smile of dusk which is ruddy. 
    In a stand, 
    In a demand. 
    You to be tound in crevices, 
    To be smelled in roses 
    And the burning sun to be demanded, 
    The early morn to be commanded. 
    Should be opened heart of the night, 
    Seeds scattered the delight 
    And the winds carry your sight; 
    To be plucked from the bunches' height. 
    In God alone you to be seen, 
    Whosoever upon Truth if to lean, 
    Gory is he and his fingers beam 
    The glow of your blood and its sheen. 
    Eternity is the mirror 
    Hung before you for every viewer. 
    Alas, the sun, it is no better; 
    Hence, we wouldn't utter: 
    'It is your looks' glitter.' 

    In a cosy corner of history's conscience 
    Guarding the Truth stands he is vigilance. 
    In his smile tacts flow in mellifluence. 
    Strong, straight. star striking- 
    Such the determinations are demonstrating 
    The elevations if to be viewed by a human being. 
    Lo, infancy of reason astonishes in a daze confusing. 
    It is the lake of your own blood- 
    A gateway of history where you have stood 
    Holding a jug of civilization tor human good 
    To quench the caravan of mankind 
    In a martyrdom pacing onward pressing the hind. 

    Your name disturbs the sleep under moon 
    And deluges in water a Typhon, 
    Lo, rests the law in your tone. 
    To battle your determination only fools prone, 
    Your distinction is blood, only blood, blood alone. 
    O, you, not a divine but in divinity drown. 
    Death is vile in your hold 
    As a fly a plaything among children's fold 
    And Yazid, a pretext. an excuser if to be told, 
    As though a handkerchief before you unrolled 
    and you spited the filth of tyranny in its shroud 
    and threw into the history's dustbin for other to scold. 
    A huge blood sucker, 
    Not an entity but a lier; 
    Such was Yazid an idler. 
    Sins personified in him 
    And he to mankind a megrim. 
    Robbery of name it is it to name him 
    'A man' however the sense he claim. 
    O, you! O, Glorious victim! 
    Be upon you blessing! 
    Not because thirsty you met martyrdom 
    But your enemy is of such a sum. 

    Your death red 
    Broke Yazid's name into a shred, 
    And made the sense in the word tyranny dead. 
    Troops of words with barracks of description fled. 
    Indeed, defeated is every human toil; 
    Battle with you is foul and toil. 
    Freed are the lions in your coil. 
    Your blood overflows the expression's soil. 
    Beyond the words is the flow for history's turmoil. 
    Out of the track of time proceeds as a procession Royal. 
    O, "Zabeehullah"! Divinity in your blood flows; 
    You the "Ismayeel" of God, in you oneness glows. 
    "Abraham's vision" from a dream reality barrows, 
    Karbala where your appointment wallows, 
    Moharram the hour of love when the love loves. 
    And, lo, you are that sole person 
    Carried forty days the pilgrim's season. 
    "And We have complete it in ten" 
    Ah, burns me the desire of comprehension; 
    The incomplete pilgrimage pawned in suspension, 
    Gained in your kiss at the dagger its perfection; 
    For the "BLACK STONE" virtual the best compensation. 
    Begins the love's history, 
    The red gains its entity, 
    From your death-to life a treaty. 

    Letter commences from your blood 
    Religion found way the time you stood 
    As you fell the truth stood 
    And took the Right a mould good. 
    Weakened the tyranny's base in your blood's flood. 
    Autumn of your death delivered eternal spring, 
    Grass and trees in a pleasant ring, 
    And a blossom of red at every branch to swing, 
    Else, a dry fuelwood it is to the trees cling. 

    Secret of death you have opened. 
    No knot remained under your will's nail unopened. 
    Wailing and weeping is the honor; 
    You ahead and it entails you for ever. 
    Beyond the manliness you are far and further. 
    Prayers: you; intention: you; 
    Oneness: you; and the one you; 
    Oh, the verdure, the ever green' 
    Oh, the red that frills the green 
    Nobler than every pure and clean 
    No human a parallel to you ever has been. 
    O, sweet but staunch and staunch but sweet, 
    Gapes wide history its mouth for you to spit. 
    You an iron arm, you the scale of balance- 
    You sense of the Book and you the Qur'an's essence. 
    In your looks interpretation glow, 
    And the paces to the earth dignity bestow. 
    And become a gravity for galaxies on onward grow 
    Divine verses lip and your lips utter- 
    Wherever you be in you heavens glimmer. 
    Wonder! Oh, wonder! you a wonder' 
    My astonishment ends not if I to ponder 
    Foolhardy it is to fathom oceans by a finger. 

    Weep we- 
    Gains your blood in our tears constancy 
    Our tears a polish and sword in tendency 
    Its seat is in the arena of tyranny. 
    You are a Qur'an in red 
    Verses of your bravery wrote the blood 
    In the desert as far as the sands scud 
    Those sands turned into a field- 
    Rich in red bunches as a shield. 
    Blood is the crop, blood is the yield 
    Its every branch is a sword, a dagger 
    Uproots the tyranny in the noon ot its summer. 
    Hence, red is the field and shall he for ever. 

    O, Tharallah! 
    The garden of Eden; lo, what a mania! 
    You planted in the burning desert of Karbala. 
    With fruits red, 
    Rivers bloody from bed to bed 
    Buds to bloom martyrdom's red 
    And trees in a row forming a green shade. 
    Only loveful eyes see with looks in love fed. 
    Akbar - you and in a quality bred; 
    And the palm trees of consummate red. 

    HUR - not a person but an attribute. 
    At that side of the river to contribute: 
    He parted the caravan and its plenitude. 
    Bridges to a man your word, your look; 
    Towards you he is in a hook 
    As a food in a caravan for a cook. 
    The brains in search of refuge 
    Obtain from you light in a deluge. 
    Desire for envy is a befitting subterfuge. 
    HUR's bleeding head and your skirt - a fate profuse! 

    Good is red after your martyrdom; 
    Tears are daggers in your kingdom. 
    Your pain is the pabulum 
    For a journey - destination not datum 
    The track of your blood is the way 
    Terminates at the God's gateway. 
    You are from the blood's strain 
    And we in your love mad remain. 
    Your blood sands were to sustain 
    To gush from stones in a fountain. 
    Oh, the fertile view- 
    Tyranny has no enemy better than you, 
    To a victim no acquaintance nearer than you. 
    History gets brief in your class 
    Hands do not meet at KARBALA's pause, 
    Galaxy of Existence there heats the brass; 
    The worship moves round it, solarium draws. 

    Here the word ends, 
    End too to end tends, 
    At you no end bends. 



There are times in the history of humanity when we may need more devotion, positive energy, active humanitarian participation, and prayers. When human technology fails, there is always time for spirituality and prayers. Why prayers, you may ask. How can meditation smooth the path of human struggle? I would like to quote from one of my books, The Nature of Miracle:


Sayings of The Master of the Universe Hazrat Ali (AS)

*"Meet people in a way that when you die, they cry and while you live they try to meet you. (Nahj-ul-Balagha, Part-3, No.9)


Tears of Zahra (PBUH)

I am a lady of modest attire, 
whose heart burns with raging fire! 
I am the mother of Hassan (a.s.) & Hussain (a.s.) 
One was poisoned, the other was slain! 

My father was Prophet Mohammed (s.a.w.w) 
he died leaving me sad! 


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