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Imam Ali ibn Musa Al-Ridha (AS)

By: Sahar Hussain




The silent prayer that I oft whispered,
echoed aloud in my ear;
as I helplessly rose to leave.
A little boy, laid crippled by the door,
with his mother drowning in grief.
The child; disabled for life,
smiled as I walked past him.
My heart was now burning in sorrow,
and my tears too weak to extingush the fire.
In my mind I spoke to you,
wishing you would reply to me.
My Beloved;
I travelled so far; away from home,
remote from the gracious sincerity of my loved ones.
I am now a stranger lacking support,
an exhausted wayfarer afar from my homeland.
Advancing towards your golden zareeh,
grasping the pillars, and kissing each one.
Is this how Al-Redha welcomes his lover,
who has come all the way to meet his master?
I, am a peasant; a beggar at your door,
and a glance at you is all I ask for.
For your mother's sake, for your beloved Jawad,
permit me to see you just once.
A hand on my shoulder,
who's warmth enriched my vacated spirit,
guiding me towards the zareeh.
'Allah is great' - a woman chanted,
with tears obscuring her vision.
Her little child - now walking & playing ...
I saw Al-Redha through a lover's vision,
through the reflection of his goodness.
This fulfilled the age long prayer that I had secretly asked for.
As I leave the holy vicinity of Mashad,
I have with me the purest souvenir;
the love of my master thriving forever in my heart.


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