ماہ نور

My name means moonlight

[chaandkeeroshni]

One year without seeing you in this dunyaa - the realm im still in, and you’ve now crossed.

I miss you over here, but I’m happy you’ve crossed and are in divine embrace - as I trust it.

Just want you to know, I live for you, and the way you would’ve wanted me to live. And in that way, I preserve you, I become you. that’s how I honour you, with every heartbeat.

And will continue to do so.

Love you Dada. Thanks for everything. Be in peace always. ❤️

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِیْمِ

اَلْحَمْدُ لِلّٰهِ رَبِّ الْعٰلَمِیْنَ(1) الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِیْمِ(2) مٰلِكِ یَوْمِ الدِّیْنِﭤ(3) اِیَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَ اِیَّاكَ نَسْتَعِیْنُﭤ(4) اِهْدِنَا الصِّرَاطَ الْمُسْتَقِیْمَ(5) صِرَاطَ الَّذِیْنَ اَنْعَمْتَ عَلَیْهِمْ ﴰ غَیْرِ الْمَغْضُوْبِ عَلَیْهِمْ وَ لَا الضَّآلِّیْنَ(7)

[chaandkeeroshni]

I’m growing to love life in Lahore a bit too much I’m afraid I may never wanna go back

[chaandkeeroshni]

Being Shia is not any easy life. The more you sincerely delve into history and the more you tread the Shia path, the more connected you become to the Ahlul Bayt.

You start putting them over your family, over people you love, over yourself.

All else blurs out.

And the more you connect with them, the more grief your life becomes filled with. And it no longer remains about Muharram and Safr only - their remembrance doesn’t leave your heart all year long.

Sometimes you may want to intentionally not dive deep, you’re human after all. And the grief and pain are too intense to feel.

Maybe that’s why some resort to zanjeer. Some may judge it, but I feel like, it’s a state of utmost devotion and restlessness both. It’s like saying: My Maula, if you were in pain, so we will be.

Maula never asked them to do this, but they do it regardless. I think the sincere Shia is the most unconditionally devoted person I’ve seen, for they do it all just for Maula, and for love, and not really asking for anything in return.

To hear people say: Maula, aapkee Sakina per meri Sakina qurbaan.

To push our fathers and brothers and husbands to give their bodies to this cause, if needed.

Kya aapki Shaan hai, Maula. Being YOUR Shia is the biggest gift of my life; the biggest gem.

[chaandkeeroshni]

In the name of my Dada, the first Shia revert in generations. The man with the biggest courage I’ve seen. May you be blessed wherever you are, and may all my rewards go to you. Elahi Ameen.

[chaandkeeroshni]

My biggest purpose in life is to continue your legacy. All else is nothing in front of this.

Thank you for making me, a wandering soul, one with purpose. I’m a nobody without you. And I’ll never stop honouring you.

[chaandkeeroshni]

Being Shia is not any easy life. The more you sincerely delve into history and the more you tread the Shia path, the more connected you become to the Ahlul Bayt.

You start putting them over your family, over people you love, over yourself.

All else blurs out.

And the more you connect with them, the more grief your life becomes filled with. And it no longer remains about Muharram and Safr only - their remembrance doesn’t leave your heart all year long.

Sometimes you may want to intentionally not dive deep, you’re human after all. And the grief and pain are too intense to feel.

Maybe that’s why some resort to zanjeer. Some may judge it, but I feel like, it’s a state of utmost devotion and restlessness both. It’s like saying: My Maula, if you were in pain, so we will be.

Maula never asked them to do this, but they do it regardless. I think the sincere Shia is the most unconditionally devoted person I’ve seen, for they do it all just for Maula, and for love, and not really asking for anything in return.

To hear people say: Maula, aapkee Sakina per meri Sakina qurbaan.

To push our fathers and brothers and husbands to give their bodies to this cause, if needed.

Kya aapki Shaan hai, Maula. Being YOUR Shia is the biggest gift of my life; the biggest gem.

[chaandkeeroshni]

In the name of my Dada, the first Shia revert in generations. The man with the biggest courage I’ve seen. May you be blessed wherever you are, and may all my rewards go to you. Elahi Ameen.

[chaandkeeroshni]

Being Shia is not any easy life. The more you sincerely delve into history and the more you tread the Shia path, the more connected you become to the Ahlul Bayt.

You start putting them over your family, over people you love, over yourself.

All else blurs out.

And the more you connect with them, the more grief your life becomes filled with. And it no longer remains about Muharram and Safr only - their remembrance doesn’t leave your heart all year long.

Sometimes you may want to intentionally not dive deep, you’re human after all. And the grief and pain are too intense to feel.

Maybe that’s why some resort to zanjeer. Some may judge it, but I feel like, it’s a state of utmost devotion and restlessness both. It’s like saying: My Maula, if you were in pain, so we will be.

Maula never asked them to do this, but they do it regardless. I think the sincere Shia is the most unconditionally devoted person I’ve seen, for they do it all just for Maula, and for love, and not really asking for anything in return.

To hear people say: Maula, aapkee Sakina per meri Sakina qurbaan.

To push our fathers and brothers and husbands to give their bodies to this cause, if needed.

Kya aapki Shaan hai, Maula. Being YOUR Shia is the biggest gift of my life; the biggest gem.

[chaandkeeroshni]

In the name of my Dada, the first Shia revert in generations. The man with the biggest courage I’ve seen. May you be blessed wherever you are, and may all my rewards go to you. Elahi Ameen.

[chaandkeeroshni]

Being Shia is not any easy life. The more you sincerely delve into history and the more you tread the Shia path, the more connected you become to the Ahlul Bayt.

You start putting them over your family, over people you love, over yourself.

All else blurs out.

And the more you connect with them, the more grief your life becomes filled with. And it no longer remains about Muharram and Safr only - their remembrance doesn’t leave your heart all year long.

Sometimes you may want to intentionally not dive deep, you’re human after all. And the grief and pain are too intense to feel.

Maybe that’s why some resort to zanjeer. Some may judge it, but I feel like, it’s a state of utmost devotion and restlessness both. It’s like saying: My Maula, if you were in pain, so we will be.

Maula never asked them to do this, but they do it regardless. I think the sincere Shia is the most unconditionally devoted person I’ve seen, for they do it all just for Maula, and for love, and not really asking for anything in return.

To hear people say: Maula, aapkee Sakina per meri Sakina qurbaan.

To push our fathers and brothers and husbands to give their bodies to this cause, if needed.

Kya aapki Shaan hai, Maula. Being YOUR Shia is the biggest gift of my life; the biggest gem.

[chaandkeeroshni]

😞😞😞💔💔💔💔💔💔

[chaandkeeroshni]

Aaj kee raat gham khatm he nai hota,

Khatm he nai hosakta

[chaandkeeroshni]

Kabhi koi mujhse poochay tou Kya bataun mere liay Kya hain aap,

for it was you who carried me towards you,

unplanned,

towards your majlis during a time I was grieving and

inconsolable, for I was experiencing a loss

unexplainable,

loss of the most powerful unwavering love I have experienced in this lifetime,

You brought me towards your majlis, taking me in,

showing me truly, I had a space to cry,

And mourn,

In the majlis of those whom my Dada grieved all his life in a way,

that was sacred,

you showed me a hand over my head had not been lifted,

How could it be, when there’s you. 

You showed me love is One

Love for one leads to the Love that’s supposed to be Loved,

It was my love for my ever loved grandfather which took me towards your majlis.

They say koi gham nahi aata agar gham e Hussain ho,

Baat hai, but you showed me what it means even before I fully started believing,

You absorbed my pain and grief in your majlis in a way unexplainable

Slowly, crying my own pain, I started wanting to cry

For you.

Not me, not him, but you.

Aaj jab mein majlis mein hun,

Ehsaas karti hun, kuch nahi,

Mein nahi, woh nahi, bus aap hain

Aur hum aap ke liay,

All pain blurs out in the background,

All that’s left is, this one pain,

Yeh Gham e Hussain

Aur iskay moujzay,

Maula aap, Ehsaan per Ehsaan kiay jatay hain,

Log pursa detay hain,

Mujh per aap ne meray pursay say pehle he Ehsaan shuru kardiay thay

Jab yahan aai thi,

Sunna tha yeh majlis Dua-e-Zehra hai,

Yahan har koi ashq nahi baha sakta

I used to have one raw emotion: meri kiaa auqaat

Maybe it was my grandfather’s prayer, maybe it was your love for me,

Whatever it was, it’s all the same

I am here now.

Back to Maula Abbas’s majlis, where I fist wept,

Inconsolable,

Maybe because I remembered my own Chacha back then

And Bibi Sakina’s pain seemed inconsolable.

Today, when I sit here,

I cry to my own Maula Abbas

Slowly the references I once had for relatability blur out in the background

Be it my Dada, Baba or Chacha,

All that remains is you.

And I realize they’re part of the connection for sure,

But I am connected to you regardless.

They say you did this all for us,

And miracle by miracle, I see that happen,

You really did

And until date, Gham e Hussain awakens our souls and absorbs all other pain,

it all blurs into background

Everything, everyone

Until all that there is, is you,

And then all that there is, is your Lord, Ya Hussain

For whom you did what you did.

If you’re this glorious,

How Glorious must your Lord be.

[rose1water]

فكأنّ الدّنيا لم تكُن وكأنَّ الآخرةَ لم تزَل

“In the end, it's as if this world [dunya] never happened, and the afterlife is all there ever was.”

— Imam Husayn (ع), in his final letter before the battle of Karbala

[muhtesemz]

[likewaterfallz]

In so much chaos and noise

Where is tranquility and bliss?

Just one secluded spot and zikr

To forget all that exists!

Where words travel before they are formed

And where some mystery still persists

The Lord of Hussain (as) is ever so kind

To hold so gently, my existence in bits.

🌺

[chaandkeeroshni]

Bar dushmane Murtaza Ali lanat

[chaandkeeroshni]

Har ruz har shab, bar dushmane Murtaza Ali Lanat

[chaandkeeroshni]

No way to console the Universe on these nights, and we don’t even want to be consoled. Yeh Gham zinda rahega.

Inna lilahe waina ilaihe rajeoon

Taa Qiyamat, Labaik Ya Hussain Ibne Ali ع

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[aidashakur]

[flowrr]