| Slave girl and Imam Hussain |
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A slave girl sat on the platform of the house. She had put one hand on her leg and squeezed a bunch of flowers at the other hand. She casted her black eyes on the flowers several times to ensure of their beauty! The proportion of the yellow, red, and white colors ensured her. Her elegant fingers touched the flowers to make them tidier; because she wanted all things to be correct when she would gift it to her master; their smell, color, odor, and even the love which she had put amidst them carefully, all and all to be pleasing for her master. She closed her eyes; raised the bunch of flowers and smelled it. The perfume filled his body. She thought why that odor had not scattered in the air until some moments ago? Such a little bunch of flower could not cover such a large area. No, it was not the odor of flowers; her master had come. She opened her eyes and saw Imam in front of her. She stood up and answered the hello which Imam had said in anticipation. It was always like that. The slave girl looked at the ground with shame, stretched the flowers towards Imam and said slowly; "It is for you. It is insignificant." Imam changed his permanent smile to a beautiful laugh; took the flowers, smelled them and said; "Thanks". The echo of Imam's kind voice filled the space and surprised her later on, Hussein Ibn Ali's voice broke the silence, "My gift is your freedom!" And when he saw the girl's surprise continued; "Your gift is very beautiful." He smelled the flower and left the surprised girl alone, with the pleasant odor which had filled everywhere. His generosity always astonished everyone. His and his family's behavior was generosity. They always reply a favour with a better favour. Yes, Hussein was Hussein. He is good and excellent like his name. And everyone knew that because his goodness was felt, as easy as the air is felt! Newer Items:
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