It was the 10th of Muharrum here a day when every year we remember the grandson of our holy prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) Hazrat imam hussian ,who was martyred in karbala,iraq with many family and friends.Every year its the same routine for me...we cook the haleem in a large couldron all night and wake up with the sound and smoke of burned wood.after offering the fateha a kind of grace we eat haleem with family and friends and distribute the remaining to the poor.I spend the day in anxiety hoping that peace and sanity prevails in the mega city of Karachi and elsewhere in the country.In the evening after dinner i listen to the sermon of a shite scholar on television the sermon is called "sham-e-ghariban" .The sermon starts with a very high intellectual point about religion or the commandment of allah from the holy book quran and ends on the narration of the events that lead to the final battle in which Hazrat imam hussain was martyred.
But this year every thing changed from the routine for me.Today I went to the grandmother's funeral .we buried her right next to the grave of her husband ,my grand father.I usally don't go to the graveyard on 10th muharrum or meet so many relatives in just one place.or eat anything else but haleem.
So why should the doing differently stop there....instead of watching sham-e-ghariban and salaam-e-akhir on television ,i am here doing this blog....facebook and twitter.
But this year every thing changed from the routine for me.Today I went to the grandmother's funeral .we buried her right next to the grave of her husband ,my grand father.I usally don't go to the graveyard on 10th muharrum or meet so many relatives in just one place.or eat anything else but haleem.
So why should the doing differently stop there....instead of watching sham-e-ghariban and salaam-e-akhir on television ,i am here doing this blog....facebook and twitter.
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