Filed under: February Volume I- 2009, From the Desk of El Sheikh Sultan Muhyuddin Mubarik Ali Shah Gilani, Magazine/ Culture, Religion | Tags: Karbala, Muharram
From the Desk of the Sultan: El Sheikh Muhyuddin Syed Mubarik Ali Shah Gilani
Excerpt from a lecture on the episode of the vendetta of the Banu Ummayyad against the Banu Hashim, culminating in Karbala with the martyrdom of Imam Hussein.
Unfortunately, though Yazeed (the person who ordered Imam Hussein to be martyred) died, Yazeediyat still lives; the Banu Hashim are still being victimized.
More than 500 years have passed since Jesus, son of Mary (peace be upon them both), foretold the coming of the Messiah, the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him), for whom everyone was waiting. The Jews had settled down in Yathrib (the present city of Medinah) awaiting the arrival of the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him). But when he came, Allah, the Most High, had a different design. Instead of selecting from a powerful and wealthy family of the Quraish, Allah chose an orphan of the Banu Hashim and put the crown of nubuwwat (messenger hood) upon his head, signifying that he was sent from the Most High with a message for mankind, and called him Muhammad, may the peace and blessings of Allah be upon him and his family.
About him, Jesus, son of Mary (peace be upon them both) said, “I have met him about whom Allah, the Most High, has spoken: ‘Oh Muhammad (peace be upon him), if I had not created you, I would not have created anything… And now I must depart from you so that he, the Comforter, about whom I have foretold to you, may come unto you, and his name shall be Ahmad.”
This was the state in which the Messiah came. It was very difficult for the pagan Quraish to accept him. Instead they mocked him.
Amongst those who not only mocked, but also tried to eliminate him, was Abu Sufyan. If he was a snake, his wife, Hinda, was a serpent. They forced the Blessed Messenger of Allah, the Most High, to leave Makkah (Mecca), his homeland, and take refuge in Medinah. But even then, Abu Sufyan attacked with an army 1000 men strong. They were all defeated. Both Abu Sufyan and Hinda decided to take revenge upon the Banu Hashim for their defeat. They tried to wipe out the Banu Hashim from the face of the Earth.
They didn’t believe the Holy Last Messenger, Muhammad (peace be upon him and his family), was a messenger of God. They called him a liar and a cheat and one possessed. They attacked again and again. A war was fought at Uhud in which Hinda’s hired assassin was able to martyr Imam Hamza. Hinda and Abu Sufyan left behind a legacy to wipe out the Banu Hashim and denounce the messenger hood of the Blessed Messenger of Allah, Muhammad (peace be upon him).
On the 11th of Hijra (of the Muslim calendar) Makkah was conquered by the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him), and both of these criminals were hiding for fear of being executed. Imam Abbas petitioned for their amnesty.
They embraced Islam, though they were inwardly boiling with rage at seeing their idols, Laat and Manaat, being razed to the ground. Being shrewd and politically motivated, they decided to infiltrate the Islamic system and cut it down from its roots.
Muawiya, the son of Abu Sufyan and Hinda, cleverly offered his services as a scribe of Holy Qur’an.. He was always pleasant in his mannerisms, but had inwardly evil designs. Later on we find that when Hazrat* Ali (son-in-law of our nabi, peace be on him) becomes the caliph (ruler), Muawiya rises against him in a rebellious attack which killed thousands upon thousands of Muslims, including many Holy Companions.
This was the worst battle which had ever taken place with Muslims fighting against Muslims, and with this the bitter reality comes to surface: Many people who were apparently with the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) were only with him because he was the undisputed king and ruler. When he passed away, he left a mighty kingdom to be ruled! Thus people forgot about their loyalty to him and to his family and the old pagan Arab ways came to the surface once more.
When Hazrat Ali was martyred, Muawiyah was very happy to hear the news. He also could not wait for Hazrat Imam Hassan to finish his caliphate, so he had him poisoned by his wife. He taught his children never to let their guard down against the Banu Hashim, and appointed his son, Yazeed, a devout drunkard and adulterer, to be his heir. When the head of the beloved grandson of the Holy Last Messenger, Imam Hussein, was brought to him, Yazeed proclaimed his joy out loud. According to Tafsir Ruhul Ma’anee by Allama Mahmood Alousi, that accursed son of Muawiyah and Hinda said, while hitting the teeth of Hazrat Imam Hussein: “I wish today my ancestors killed at Badr were alive. They would have been proud to see how I have taken revenge by killing Hussein. The Bani Hashim have played a big fraud for ruling the country, no news from Heaven came, nor any wahee [Divine revelation].”
With this background, one should have the understanding that Karbala was a war of racist pagans against the family of the Holy Last Messenger, Muhammad (peace be upon him). There were Muslims at that time whom people tend to call Holy Companions, but which we do not because they were not Holy Companions, nor were they educated in Islamic knowledge. They were simply new Muslims at the time of the Holy Last Messenger, Muhammad (peace be upon him). Had these people any love for their Divine Messenger (peace be upon him) they would not have sided with Yazeed against Imam Hussein, nor would they have shut themselves in their homes in Makkah and Medinah.
This was a clash of dynasties spawned by the Banu Ummayyad who were still holding on to their paganistic ways. It was a continuity of the struggle of truth against falsehood, and this will go on. Yazeediyat is proclaimed throughout the electronic and print media. Banu Hashim are hunted, and when the opportunity avails itself, they are martyred, even up to this day.
Filed under: February Volume I- 2009, Magazine/ Culture, Poetry, Religion | Tags: Karbala, Muharram
Excerpts from The Marsiya, describing the Battle at Karbala
Written By Mir Anis
‘This morning brings an evening ever blessed:
We who depart for Paradise will slake
Our thirst by Kausar’s spring, and therein rest.
May God exalt our names for honor’s sake.’
Unequalled, each of them to joy gave birth
‘Let martyrs rise in glory from this earth.’
At this the faithful friends rose from their beds,
And donning glorious raiment combed their hair;
Then tying turbans on their noble heads,
They faced the peerless Lord and gathered there.
Wrapped in colored cloaks, their fear grew less;
Rose perfume, musk and civet filed their dress.
Their dry lips sang the praise of God; and light
Shone on their faces; fear was put aside.
No grief or panic clouded o’er their sight;
They joked and laughed and shared their skills with pride.
Their charming accents gladdened every ear;
Each word they uttered was a joy to hear.
The kinsmen of the King stepped from their tent,
Fatima’s darlings all of beauteous face;
Qasim the fair and Akbar heaven-sent,
Aqil and Muslim, Jafar’s valiant race.
Their countenances lit the sky around.
The flower of eighteen suns stood on the ground.
That morning ‘neath the shadow of the stars!
If Moses, who called God on Sinai,
Had seen their light that with the vision jars,
He would have swooned. Celestial majesty
Was echoed by the birds’ song in the bowers
Of the desert valley filled with fragrant flowers.
And here amid the thongs the Prophet’s flowers
Imparted fragrance to the desert lands;
The house of Fatima faced its last hours
In the garden planted by Muhammad’s (sas) hands
This garden cut down in those ten days,
By traitors wasted, cruelly set ablaze.
Then suddenly the dawn’s white light came in;
To lead the prayers the King came from his throne.
All stood behind the Lord of Men and Jinn;
Ali Akbar called the prayer in Hassan’s tone.
The eyes of everyone were filled with tears.
As if the Prophet’s voice fell on their ears.
The birds fell silent; trees in ecstasy
Rocked to an’ fro; their buds and fruit sang praise.
The towns and deserts joined in harmony,
And ocean-beasts emerged to hear their lays.
The darling of Shabbir to all lent weight;
O’er land and sea they cried: ‘Our God is great!’
‘Make ready for your worship!’ came the cry.
The King of all Creation leaves his seat.
In ranks of light the Leader passes by;
Salvation’s path bows down to touch his feet.
His radiance in the highest heaven will reign.
The Qur’an became a prayer-mat for Hussein.
The company’s prayers were verses from that age;
Like ‘Bismillah’ the King stood at their head;
The ranks were lines of writing on the page,
And proudly stood behind the one who led.
The dawn blinked at the whiteness shown between
The rows of words that Ali once had seen.
They stood, then bowed; their prayers flew to the sky;
To the One Existing Lord they showed devotion.
Prostrate upon the ground, their time passed by;
Their hands, their arms, their feet betrayed no motion.
But of their own dire plight, they made no word.
They prayed beneath the shadow of the sword.
The prayer of the King of Men was now compete;
His thirsty friends came forth to shake his hand.
One kissed his cheek, another touched his feet;
What stalwart spirits had this hungry band!
His soldiers pledged their faith with every breath;
Embracing on the feast-day of their death.
To Ali Akbar he made his behest:
‘On treachery our evil foe is bent.
Life of my soul, go where the women rest,
And lead them from the forecourt to the tent.
Through negligence let no child come to grief;
For Asghar’s neck is the target of the thief.’
The Sky-Throned King had thus addressed his son,
When Fazza cried from the porch: ‘Behold our plight!
Oh Lord, now where may Ali’s daughters run?
The children have been crying through the night.
Suffocated by the heat they weep,
But now in the morning breeze they got to sleep.
‘At Karbala the traveler is undone!
An assault upon a Sayyid, loved by all!
In foreign lands can battle e’er be won?
Have mercy on these babes so frail and small.
They die of hunger; thirst has plunged its sword.
They are your Holy Prophet’s family, Lord!’
Drawing near, the Lord of Heaven spoke:
‘Be not thou troubled. All thy prayers are heard.
Our cursed foe all faith and pledges broke,
And now they will learn justice at my word.
This is no time, my sister, for they tears.
Bring forth the holy relics. Cease thy fears.’
Zainab brought the clothes the Prophet wore
When he went to Heaven on that night.
Hussein put on his turban, and once more
He donned the cloak to which he had the right.
Those holy garments fitted perfectly;
The scarf of Fatima, his legacy.
The Prophet’s fragrance wafted from his train.
No bridegroom knew such perfume from a bride.
Haidar, Fatima, Hasan, Hussein.
The scent of the Holy Five on every side
Was squandered on the vale; the swaying flowers!
In Paradise Rizwan racked in its showers.
He fixed the sword that he alone could wield;
The crescent moon grew frantic in the sky;
Up to his shoulder mounted Hamza’s shield,
Whose dignity increased when raised on high.
The mark of Prophethood was its proud gain
From being on the shoulder of Hussein.
The Lord of High and Low in arms was dressed;
The Sayyid’s standard stood before the band.
The women, hair disheveled, were distressed;
His sister clutched the pole with trembling hand.
With swords bound to their waists, on battle bent,
The sons of Zainab came before the tent.
‘The bearer of the standard is thy choice.’
‘The King of Heaven must choose.’ Zainab replied.
‘Thou wert declared our mother with one voice’,
Answered Hussein, ‘the day that Fatima died.
So now must thou decide; for thee to say
Which one will bear the standard to the fray.’
Zainab answered: ‘I can do no more.
For thou art Leader of the Strong and Weak,
And after the Quran they word is law.
But if it is thy will that I should speak,
Then I would choose the brave Abbas [for the standard]. For me
In valour no one stands as high as he.
‘He loves thee; he is thine obedient slave;
A younger brother who will give his life
For thee, and fight with strength among the brave;
A worthy son in time of war and strive;
A lion-hearted general, good and fair.
With his great courage no one can compare,’
Standard in hand, Abbas to action fell.
The barefoot women ran with hair disheveled.
The Lord cried: ‘Brood of Mustafa, farewell!
We part. ‘Tis time the scores were duly leveled.
This is the morning of the night of sorrow.
Our fading stars unite to greet the morrow.’
Grief-stricken, Zainab fell before Hussein;
And Bano, stumbling, fell before her son;
Trembling, Kulsum fell, her heart in pain;
Sakina, Baqir fell down one by one.
The garden despoiled, no gay flowers danced;
The standard like a funeral-bier advanced.
[When]‘mid dead and dying stood the lone Imam,
The Prophet’s cloak was soaked in crimson gore.
Dejected, anxious, thirsty, in alarm,
He heard their victory drums; the enemies’ roar
Proclaiming slaughtered martyrs broke his heart;
It pierced his spirit like a poisoned dart.
Only he who grieves can understand.
The garden of life’s toil now wasted lay.
No rest from lamentation’s cruel hand.
The lamps were out that once burnt bright as day.
Scattered limbs exposed to seering heat;
On Ali Akbar’s corpse there was no sheet.
The King of the Age moved slowly to the tent;
He could not bring his thirsty lips to speak.
Lifting the flap, he cried: ‘My heart is rent!
My sister, it is Asghar that I seek.
Now bring him from his cradle to the door.
I long to see his moon-like face once more.’
He cradled Asghar in his warm embrace.
Outside in ambush lurked black Kahil’s son.
Who fired a three-pronged arrow from his place;
It’s target was the neck of the little one.
The baby writhed in pain; the Leader cried;
The tiny child was slaughtered by his side.
The baby died, and in the earth about
A little grave was fashioned by the sword.
The child was buried, and Hussein cried out;
‘Oh Holy Ground, be mindful of thy ward!
This love of Ali, keep him in thy care,
Ali’s pledge and Fatima’s treasure rare!’
He spoke and donned his shininge arms once more;
His eyes were bloodshiot, and his face was red.
Clothed in the Prophet’s cloak, now bent on war,
With Hamza’s shield lone to fight he sped;
With Zulfiqar, that sword of might and fame;
Muhammad’s (sas) armour graced his noble frame.
The mirror of the sky was scorched with heat,
And lighting dashed for shelter in the cloud.
Hot-tempered men could scarce stand on their feet.
For morning’s camphor cried the sun aloud.
The dome of elemental fire burnt red,
And clouds to even colder regions sped.
The son of Sa’d called: ‘Lord of Heaven, think!
Give me allegiance, for I mean no harm.
A cooling draught shall I give thee to drink.’
Hussein replied: ‘Ah wretch, respect Islam!
The son of Ali takes no gift from thee.
From thy hand water is but dust to me.
For if I asked, then Abraham would come
And fill my cup form the fount of Salsabil;
Woulds’t thou give me to drink, oh filthy scum?
With avaricious tyrants would I deal?
Thy very shadow causes flowers pain.
If thou art cut, no blood pours from thy vein.
‘And if I called, Jamshed would give his cup;
The Prophet (sas) would tell Gabriel to bring
A draught from Kausar’s spring for me to sup;
On earth the angels would my victory sing.
At my command the world would cease to be.
Iraq and Syria sink beneath the sea.
Intoning martial verses, Ali’s scion
Advanced with Gabriel’s had upon his shoulder.
Onward he advanced-a male lion-,
With sleeves rolled up; each step he took grew bolder.
The bride of battle was in splendor wreathed;
Hussein’s intrepid sword was now unsheathed.
The flaming sword was wrenched out of its cover,
As moonbeams fly, as perfume leaves the rose,
As a comely maiden taken from her lover,
As breath departs the breast, as red blood flows.
When thunder roared and all the air did swell,
Laila swooned and from her litter fell.
Hussein swooped like an eagle from on high,
As lions in the jungle pounce on deer.
The heavens flashed; the clouds began to cry;
His horse rushed down like water swift and sheer.
The sharp sword cut the foe with thunderous crash;
They fell like mountains ‘neath the lightning’s flash.
Ranks collapsed on ranks where’er it struck,
Now this way, that way, dashing through the air.
‘Where has it gone?’ ‘Which warrior did it pluck?’
The cries came: ‘It is here!’ No, it is there!’
The archers could not find the way to go.
If heads were severed, bodes did not know.
Ah, how they feared the Lion of Creation!
The stream of the Euphrates turned to bile.
Their cruel hearts were racked with consternation;
They could not run, nor could they stay awhile.
‘Run!’, came the cry, ‘before it is too late.
The river of God’s wrath was in full spate.
The Warrior King struck panic in his foe,
And turmoil broke beneath the ancient sky.
The bowstrings looked for refuge in the bow;
For help the bow to arrow-heads made cry.
The ruthless sword drove on, and everywhere
The enemy sought a respite from its glare.
From twanging bowstrings arrows sped like rain;
Hurtling from the Syrian cloud they poured.
The piebald horses, chestnut steeds in pain
Whinnied as the sweltering hot winds roared.
The hatred of the desert was on fire;
Hussein alone withstood its clamorous ire.
The prowess of the Lord against his foes!
With sunlight on his swarthy face he strode.
His dry cracked lips were petals of the rose;
Like Ali borne by Zuljanah he rode.
Came clamour from the battle, fierce and harsh:
‘Run off! An angry lion stalks the marsh!’
‘Hussein! Make haste to save us!’, came the cry.
‘Hussein contests the banks: the swamp he takes.
Hussein fights with the wrath God’s spirit wakes!
The world is his, in him God’s spirit wakes!
Hussein saved Noah from the dreadful flood.
May we be saved by Ali Akbar’s blood!’
The name of Ali Akbar reached his ears;
His heart was pierced; he pulled his horse’s rein.
And as he stopped, his eyes were filled with tears;
He addressed the spot where his dead son had lain:
‘Life of my soul! They call you from afar.
The battle ends; I lay down Zulfiqar.’
The peaks of Qaf sped from the fairies’ sight;
The Jinn were lost; the lions strayed from the home;
The denizens of the deep dashed to the light;
The hawk and partridge fled where Pythons roam.
The mountains huddled, hiding, from the roar,
And eagles fell from eeries where they soar.
A voice came from the sky: ‘All hail, Shabbir!
This sword was made for him. Shabbir, all hail!
All hail! To him was battle’s honor dear.
Nursed at his mother’s breast, how can he fail?
God gave him mastery o’er all creation.
For he alone could fight to save his nation.
‘But now enough! No more, Hussein! No more!
‘Tis time to rest. The horse pants from the heat.
The time for prayer draws nigh. The battle’s roar
Is over now for thee. No more! Retreat!
No one can fight thus, thirsty in the throng.
Attend to thy dear kin, and soothe their wrong.’
Sheathing his sword, the King cried: ‘I obey!’
The day of Judgment came upon the world.
The enemy stood like animals at bay.
Their arrows fixed, their standard’s flag unfurled.
Hussein stood helpless. See and you will know
Your helpless Lord alone before his foe!
Ten thousand arrows dashed upon his chest;
A hundred at one time sought out their prey.
The spears transfixed his side and pierced his breast;
Ten stuck for every four he pulled away.
The shadow of the Lord was filled with spines,
Like needles in the backs of porcupines.
From all directions arrows poured like rain;
Assassins rushed with spears and daggers bared.
Such pain befell Hussein. Such pain! Such pain!
The one who on the Prophet’s lap was reared.
No one to pluck the arrows from his chest.
No one to lift him to his place of rest.
Those who had fled from battle now returned;
One took a stone and aimed it at his head.
The blow struck home; his fevered forehead burned;
Then to his throat a three-pronged arrow sped.
He touched his forehead, clasped his throat and sighed.
The arrow flew out from the other side.
This arrow had three heads, so it is told;
It pierced the Lord, not stopping in its track.
His breathing stopped; his eyes wide open rolled;
He tried to pull the shaft out from his back.
His final breath emerged-an angry flood-,
The palm placed on his wound was filled with blood.
Hussein falls from his mount-calamity!
His holy foot falls from the horse’s girth.
His side is gaping open-misery!
He swoons; his turban drops upon the earth.
The Quran has fallen headlong from its stand.
The Ka’aba’s walls have crumbled into sand.
Far from the wastes came Fatima’s pure voice:
‘Muhammad [sas]! See our family despoiled!
Now who will save our friendship and rejoice?
Against what tyranny our Leader toiled!
Full nineteen-hundred wounds were on him thrust;
Ah Zainab! Come! Hussein writhes in the dust.’
Her head uncovered, Ali’s daughter walked
To the place where Ali’s darling son was slain.
She ran, though by the evil enemy balked,
And reached the spot, clutching her breast in pain.
Ignoring every danger, she drew near,
And saw her brother’s head stuck on a spear.
‘Thy sister greets thee, brother. Answer me!
Hear the cry of Haidar’s daughter’s strife.
With thy dry tongue give answer! Hear my plea!
Should Zainab cling to this accursed life?
For Death alone can end this separation.
No one is left to give me consolation.
‘My brother, can I bring thee back once more?
What can I do? Where can I tell my woes?
To whom can I recount the pain I bore?
Our city is now ruled by evil foes.
The world has been destroyed beyond belief.
How can I live within this house of grief?
‘Why did this wretched waif not die before?
Come tell me how the dagger ripped thy breast?’
A voice cried: ‘Do not ask the pains I bore!
For all that came to pass was for the best.
Now from all tribulations I am free,
But ah! The wound to be apart from thee!’
Enough, Anis! Your very limbs are quaking.
Such verses written while your hands were shaking.
Filed under: February Volume I- 2009, From the Desk of El Sheikh Sultan Muhyuddin Mubarik Ali Shah Gilani, Magazine/ Culture | Tags: Karbala, Muharram
By El Sheikh, Mubarik Ali Shah Gilani, Hashmi
IQOU Vice Chancellor, Islamic Post Chief Editor
Over 4,000 years ago, after the Ark of the Holy Messenger Noah (peace be upon him) eventually settled down at Mt. Judi –which is also known as Mount Ararat– he came down into a valley and established the first town for his progeny, raising them in the best tradition of the religion of the One God. This town was given the name of “Ard Bail,” meaning “Land of God.” From here, the family of Noah spread out. He had three sons Haam, Saam, and Yaafis. Within a half century this family grew and they were assigned destinations to go and populate.
One thousand years after this time, one of the descendants of Noah, the Holy Messenger Ibrahim, which eventually came to be “Abraham” from “Abram” in the Hebrew language, was living in the land Between two Rivers which was being ruled by Nimrod –who had proclaimed himself to be God. These are the details surrounding the story of the Holy Messenger (Abraham), who was a true monotheist and was proven unfaltering and steadfast through enormous tests and trials in various ways, for Allah, the Most High, declares in Holy Qur’an:
“O Mo’mineen seek help by remaining steadfast and in excessive prayers and indeed Allah is with those who are steadfast.” (Baqara:153)
And, “We shall put you to test with something of fear and hunger, and some loss in goods or lives or the fruits of your labor, but give glad tidings to those who patiently persevere.” (Baqara:155)
I begin by invoking Allah’s mercy and blessing upon the Holy Last Messenger (peace be on him) and his most blessed family, or Ahli Bait, and particularly on Hazrat Ali about whom the Holy Last Messenger (peace be on him) has said, “Whosever’s master I am, Ali is his master also.” And may Almighty God bestow mercy upon Imam Hassan and Hussein and their mother Syeda Fatimah Tuz Zahra.
And now I avail this opportunity to write a few lines in memory of the world’s most tragic incident, which took place at Karbala, in which the entire family of the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) with the exception of a few, were wiped out by deviate fanatics, led by Yazeed bin Abu Sufyan, in retaliation for the defeat their ancestors suffered at a battle won at Badr by the Muslims in their quest for independence from long-term oppression. Nowhere in the history of mankind do we find such cruelty and systematic genocide committed upon the family of a Messenger of the Almighty Creator, particularly by those who claim to follow him (may peace be upon the Messenger of Allah and his family). Such an incident never happened before. This incident happened on the 10th of Muharram, the first month of the Islamic calendar, and it is commemorated by hundreds of millions of Muslims from all backgrounds, who show an enormous level of respect and honor for the event, while expressing mournful sorrow over the atrocities committed against the grand children of the Holy Messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him), as well as the insults and humiliation to which the ladies of the holy family were subjected.
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An everyday Muslim feels immense grief when they hear of the incident, and their eyes shed tears of blood. At the same time, they know that Imam Hussein successfully passed a great test and trial to which he was subjected by the Almighty Creator. Every Muslim man and woman derives immense inspiration, conviction, and innumerable lessons from the final struggle of Imam Hussein at Karbala. The world must know the real story from the Imam’s descendants [to which group El Sheikh belongs], for whom there is an event of Karbala waiting everywhere and a Yazeed around every corner.
The descendants of Imam Hussein are still being murdered in cold blood up to today, in the spirit of the same tragic incident of Karbala. The 10th of Muharram is sadly being celebrated in Saudi Arabia with dinners and parties where collective marriages take place. All over the world. subordinates of these groups, Wahhabis and Salafis, namely Lashkar-E-Tayyaba and Lashkar-E-Jhanghvi, are present at such festivities.
Presently the “Darus Salaam” movement, a Wahhabi publishing company that receives billions of dollars from the Saudi Arabia, is strategically accusing Imam Hussein of being a rebel against the so-called Ameer ul Mu’mineen, Yazeed. Dr. Zakir Naik, widely recognized as a clown by Muslim scholars, stands for lectures with suit and tie and causes unimaginable confusion amongst the Islamic world. The chief priest of the Wahabbis, Dr Israar Ul Haqq, asserts similar misinformation about the situation that developed between Imam Hussein and Yazeed, the Accursed, projecting hatred and cruelty for the close descendents of the Holy Messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him). This man, after receiving grants and assistance from the Wahhabis, tried to have his daughter married on the 10th of Muharram in Lahore; but so many people opposed it, recognizing it to be a purposefully disgraceful and instigating act. Seeing that this ever-growing propaganda against Imam Hussein and the upright Muslim community has resulted in bloodshed and murder of the Ahli Bait all over the world, the family of Banu Hashim has now come to gather on an international level, and is taking due measures to protect their lives and honor.
It is imperative that I pause here to write a few relevant notes about Imam Hussein and his position in Islam according to the Holy Last Messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him). It is narrated by Ibn Umar (Allah be pleased with him) that the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) said, “Hassan and Hussein both are flowers for me in this world.” (Mishkat, Volume 2- in the chapter on the excellence of Ahli Bait.) Hazrat Huzaifa, a Holy Companion, said that the Holy Last Messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him) stated, “Indeed Hassan and Hussein are the chiefs of the youth, in Paradise.”
In the same compilation of Mishkat hadith, it has been quoted by Syeda Umm Fadhl bint Haris (may Allah be pleased with her) who said: “One night I saw a very frightening dream and in this state of shock I presented myself before the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) and said, “Oh Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him), I saw a very disturbing dream.” The Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) said, “What is it that you have seen?” She said, “That was a very frightening dream.” He said, “Do not worry, state it.” She stated, “Oh Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him), I saw a piece of flesh from your body had been cut and laid in my lap.” He said, “Oh Umm Fadhl, do not worry, this is a very good dream and the interpretation of this ruyah (vision seen in sleep state) is that Allah will grant a son to my daughter, Fatimah, whom you will hold in your lap.”
These are most authentic traditions from the Holy Companions. This also proves that Allah gives knowledge of the unseen to the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him). He knew what would be born to his daughter Fatimah.
Syeda Umm Fadhl was the daughter of Haris, and the aunt of the Holy Last Messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him). She was the wife of his uncle Abbas.
Some time passed when on the 4th year Hijra, which was in the sixth century of the Christian era, the 5th of the Islamic month of Sha’baan when a son was born to Syeda Fatima tuz Zahra. When the Holy Last Messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him), was informed he called the Adhan, or call to prayer, in his right ear and Takbir, saying God is Greatest, in his left ear. He put his saliva on the child’s tongue, recited a prayer, and named the boy Hussein. He said: Aqiqa should be performed –the ceremony for blessing the child– on the seventh day; to shave his head, and give in silver the weight of his hair as charity. Imam Hassan (Imam Hussein’s older brother) was at the time still being nursed by Syeda Fatima, therefore the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) requested his aunt, Syeda Umm Fadhl to please nurse baby Hussein. Thus the interpretation of the flesh of the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) falling in her lap.
Hazrat Jabir bin Abdullah stated: “I heard the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) saying, ‘Whosoever wants to see the chief of people of Paradise, let him see Hussein.’”
It became a well-known fact when Imam Hussein was born that he would one day be martyred.
The following tradition, or hadith, is from Mishkat, page 556:
One day the aunt of the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him), Umm Fadhl bin Haris the wife of Abbas Bin Abdul Mutallib went to the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) and he placed Imam Hussein in his lap. She stated, “After looking towards something I looked back at the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) and saw tears falling from his eyes as he was weeping. I said, ‘Oh Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him)! May my mother and father be sacrificed for you! What makes you weep?’ He replied, ‘Jibraeel (Archangel Gabriel) just came to me and told me that from my Ummah (followers), my [grand]son will be murdered.’ She repeated, ‘Will it be like that?’ He said, “Yes, I’ve been shown the clay from that place where he will be murdered and it was reddish.’” From this news, the Ahli Bait of the Holy Last Messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him) and his Holy Companions were terribly shaken. It seemed as if the Holy Last Messenger (peace be upon him) would be fulfilling the true sacrifice of the Holy Messenger Ibrahim (peace be upon him).
-This introduction was graciously provided by the Vice Chancellor of the International Quranic Open University, El Sheikh Syed Mubarik Ali Shah Gilani. Any mistakes are the responsibility of the editors, may Allah forgive them their faults.