 I began in the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful. To Him belongs all the greatest names. To Him belongs the heavens and the earth and what lies in them. He is the master of universe and the sustainer for all creation and He alone deserves to be worshipped. The turquoise doom of the holy mosque stands like a sublime kingdom in the setting rays of the bright sunlight. The feet feel tired from the warmth till the gauge of this holy mosque. It feels like a desert with hot wind making one bear the hardships and suffering. This makes this visit more rewarding. When one arrives within the courtyards the eyes shine from the majesty of the great mosque. The hardships forgotten. The suffering ended and the heart felt with hope and expectations on this auspicious evening. The cool breezes sweeps through the courtyards of the sacred vicinity making the place feel like a winter's evening and as one walks towards the sacred mosque and through these winds it feels as if the angels have just descended from the upper heavens to 80 pilgrims at this holy place. Every night at this place is blessed but tonight holds a special meaning. Every shia on this night longs to be here to feel the movement of angels to see the sublime kingdom to absorb the privilege of this meaning. To say La Bayi and the call of the Imam of the time, Al Mahdi, the one who is the guide, the one who is the master and the one who is the leader in these days of hardship. The turquoise doom mosque is a refuge for me as it is for hundreds of people within it. The atmosphere inside reflected a somber mood as the lips were busy in his remembrance. The soulless purpurity while the heart search contentment in his presence. He searched for the place through contentment but how can this contentment be achieved with the jihad of the Imam when our sins astray him as sorrows when he examines the scrolls of our deeds. He weeps at our sins, our transgressions. He weeps to see us being ignorant and in sleep negligence. He suffers through the pain and tragedies that had befallen his family. He looks up in us with hope and expectations. He wants us to feel his pain, to share his sorrow and to work harder for his return. So the injustice can end. The peace can prevail. If of then we cannot begin to feel his pain. Only Allah Almighty knows how he endures the tragedy of Karbala year after year when he remembers the sacrifices of his grandfather on the plains of Karbala. The way Imam Hussein without thought abandoned Medina for the sake of Allah left Makkah for the sake of Allah gave his asgar to the treacherous arrows, gave the chest of his son Al-Aqbar to the dagger, the arms of his Abbas to the youth raids and the veil of his sister Zaynab, Salamullahu Alaihi, to Sham. Even till this day the Imam feels the grief and sorrow of that day in Karbala. Imagine that hour of the day when his grandfather all alone in the battlefields cries out, Halman Nasser Iyan Surani, Halman Nasser Muja Suna. Imagine how this would have pierced the heart of our Imam due to the pain when no one rose from the ummah of the messenger of Allah. He wants us to wake up and be the one to answer that call which still sounds on the plain of Karbala till today, where angels still dwell in hope to be in the army of the Imam to avenge the blood of Imam Hussein. Peace be upon him. Oh Imam, we, your followers, are not worthy of standing next to you, but for the sake of blood sand of Karbala, accept us as your soldiers. Oh Imam, peace be upon him. Enlighten our souls with your purity. Enlighten our hearts with your honor and enlighten our eyes with your light. Oh Imam, becomes our guide on this path of awakening and may we be blessed with your grace and intercessions in the world and also in the hereafter. We line for you, the awaited one, that bake