Those Who are Thankful

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To be the son of Hussain (A.S) and to lose a father, an imam, a leader like him.

To have an uncle like Al Abbas (A.S) , and to see a warrior, a servant, a lion like him hit the ground.

To have a brother like Al Asghar (A.S), and to see an angel, a rose, a fragrance like him dissipate in the air.

To be the brother of Sakina (A.S) and to witness her grief, her smile, her dreams shattered over and over, and over again.

To have an aunt like Sayyadah Zainab (A.S) and to bear the assaults of laughters, stones and foreign eyes and yet.

And yet,

To have the faith, certainty, and resilience to whisper those words*:

‘The uninterrupted flow of your favors has led me to be distracted from expressing my thanks to you!

The overflowing flood of your blessings has made me incapable of counting your praises. The succession, one after the other ,of your kind acts has diverted me from mentioning all your praises!

The continuous rush of your benefits has obstructed me from spreading the news of your good favors!


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Has there ever been a love (not the love that is possessed, but the love that posseses) for the beloved purer than this?

I have often wondered about those who worshipped our imams as God, and was amongst those who always thought that out of the two, between considering our Imams as fellow human beings or as God-like creatures (a bit like the concept of Jesus (pbuh) under the doctrine of the Trinity), the former was more logical.

But as times goes on I realize that, the more one falls in love with our Imam, the more one actually falls in love with the truest manifestations of nothing but God. There is so much of tawhid within them that one can easily leave the world of multiplicities, drowning in their universe, not knowing that stopping at the doorstep of Imamah without yearning for Allah, is just another way of living one’s life through  layers of polytheism (shirk). A life that is perhaps lived through a thinner veil and therefore one that is more permeable to light, but a layer leading one to a limited experience of the attributes more than the essense nonetheless.

And to ponder over the matter of Tawhid a bit more, there is one question that often leaves me speachless: Is it possible to experience true and sincere love for the One and only, while failing to do justice to the love one ought to have for God’s  purest manifestations on earth?

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Ya Ilahi,

I left, looking to quench my thirst for the meaning of Wahdat

I came across the tavern of your wilayah, Ya Sajjad, and have never left onwards.

*from the whispered prayers of the thanful, by Imam Sajjad (a.s)