Srinagar:There no one asks about your religion or sect, Every zair is honorable and every zair get treated like royalty. Even the poor who don’t have anything to serve zaireens managed to give tissue papers to zaireens and sometimes massaging their feets and back and encouraging them. They don’t take even a single penny from zaireen for their services.
There were times when I was packing and I’d sit back and wonder as to what it ‘ll actually be like to walk on the roads to heaven.
From last two years, I’m fortunate enough to participate in the most significant event, In the walk from Najaf to Karbala.
It’s true that traveling teaches a person very much but there are few journeys that not only bring change within us but also leave a footprints and mark in our souls. It’s not possible to express my exact feelings that I felt there but I’ll try my best to convey at least a small part of that amazing experience. This journey is not an ordinary journey and neither those people can be ordinary who get the opportunity to take a part in this spiritual walk.
When I started this walk I could sense that my soul was longing to meet its master. Walking 90km by foot wasn’t that easy but walking to Imam (a.s) didn’t make me feel dizzy. The road was long I used all my power to walk to his door whose head was cut off his body yet his victory still roars. Not everyone gets this lucky to walk on this roads. No words can describe the atmosphere and the feeling you have whilst you are there, present with millions of people all there for the same cause. All there to keep the message of Imam Hussain (a.s) Alive.
While we’re walking there were continuous Latmiayah playing in the background and you could see the elderly who can bearly walk dragging their feet just to reach Karbala. Honestly just remembering it give me goosebumps. It’s so hard to explain that how I felt to be there and watching people from all cultures and sects chanting” Labaik Ya Hussain (a.s) ” in one tune. It was the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever witnessed in my life. I felt like all my sorrows and pains healed while walking towards my master’s shrine. I almost forget everything and everyone in the world and the only thing that was going my mind was the sight of my Moula (a.s).
Every heart was torn with his grief and every eye was moist. There were people who were serving the Zaireens (Pilgrims) and they were so down to earth, there only wish was to serve the visitors of Moula (a.s). All of them opened their houses for any zair (Pilgrim) who wanted to take some rest.
There no one asks about your religion or sect, Every zair is honorable and every zair get treated like royalty. Even the poor who don’t have anything to serve zaireens managed to give tissue papers to zaireens and sometimes massaging their feets and back and encouraging them. They don’t take even a single penny from zaireen for their services.
Even they take that dirt from under the feet of zaireen to rub them on their face and even keep this dirt in their homes for beauty. They give so much respect just because he is a visitor of Moula (a.s).
I just can’t explain the feeling when I first saw the shrine of Moula Ghazi Abbas (a.s) after a long walk. It was almost impossible to stop my tears, I did Sajdae Shukar at that very moment. I felt like I was at home.
It’s a dream that lives out every day, To die on his way is what I always wish. I’ll sacrifice everything, I’ll sacrifice my life just for the opportunity to see this road again, to walk on this road to heaven again. I really just want to go back.
May we all be gifted with this amazing and beautiful opportunity again In Sha Allah made my day.
‘اللهم ارزقنا شفاعة الحسين يوم الورود’
Translation: “May Allah Grant you intercession of Imam Hussain a.s on your first night in grave”