It was two days from the dawn of the 19th of Ramadan until the twilight of the 21st of Ramadan. But, those two days, it was heavier and weightier than two centuries. Behind the muddy and simple house of Amir – ul – Momenin Ali (A.S) in Kufa, there was uproar and pandemonium. The doctor had said that milk is useful and beneficial for Ali (A.S). For years, these orphan children were eating food through the beneficent hands of Ali (A.S). Today, they were seeking to give food to their own and dear father.

There was tumult and uproar near the house. Everybody were coming towards the house to give sympathy to their Maula during the final hour of his life. Amongst these people, Imam Hasan Mujtaba (a.S) had a disposition and condition. His one leg was inside the house and his other leg was outside the house, when he would enter the house, he would see the pale and indisposed face of his father. But, when he would set foot outside the house, the people would gather around him as hale surrounding the moon.

Whenever he would be asked about the health and condition of Imam Amir – ul – Momenin Ali (A.S), it was as if a wound was cut in his body with these wounds in his heart, he would enter the house and see his dear father.

At the meeting of the brightness with the illumination, the blood of the sun would boil and effervesce. The eyes of Kufa, no, the eyes of the universe and the history of mankind would anxiously wait to hear the words of Imam Hasan (A.S) about the state of condition of his ailing father.

Asbagh Ibn – e – Nobata is the old companion and faithful disciple of Amir – ul – Momenin Ali (A.S) who was present in this gathering. During one of these times that Imam Hasan Mujtaba (A.S) come out of the house, Asbagh seizes the opportunity and takes the permission for visiting the threshold of his Master. Asbagh is aware of the state of his Maula. But , he has come to hear some more words during the final house from the holy tongue of his Imam Zaman (A.S). though it is limited and few, but what is important is that it springs forth from the Divine knowledge.

But, it can not be compared and contrasted with the human knowledge. Will he be given the permission of entering or will be refused? Imam Mujtaba (A.S) has come from such a household which it has been rightly attributed about them as “ Sajjiyatakumul Karam” .

Generosity and nobility is always your method and habits. The was, is and always will be the manners of this illumines household. And that too, during these precious moments and for narrating a tradition which will be a provision for the future generations. Asbagh enters the house and sits infront of his injured master.

He looks at the courageous face his master which was gradually turning pale. A yellow turban had been binded on his head so to stop the blood which was oozing out from his head. All the heavens were weeping for the offense committed through the swords of the worst criminal of this universe.

Asbagh cries and weeps as the cloud of spring weeps. He dose not knows which of these two are more yellowier. The pale face of his master or the red colour of the turban of his holy master.

“ O Asbagh! Do not cry nor weep nor wail. By the Almighty, I see the Heavens infront of me”.

Unlike all the other times, this times the heavenly voice of the master of the universe does not console him nor he becomes silent. But like the ferocious wind during a cyclonic storm, he wails and cries and weeps. And like the broken ship of love and affection which is thrown on the ups and downs of the thunderous waves, he remembers those sweet hours of his sittings with his affectionate master. He murmurs with himself and cries and weeps.

Asbagh loves to utilize and make the utmost from those precious hours. He knows that these hours will never come back.

“ May I be sacrificed in your way. Do talk with me. Narrate to me from the sayings of the Holy Prophet (S.A). I know that I shall never see you nor hear from you after theses moments about the sayings of the Holy Messenger of Allah (S.A). I love and like to see you in such a state that I am hearing the divine words from your holy tongue”.

Asbagh speaks and says and is waiting to listen attentively.

The rose garden of Welayat, though being hurt and offended from the thorns of Ibn – e – Muljim open his eyes and the lips of the revelation beings to speak. From this right of the divine ocean, Asbagh sees the city of the knowledge of Medina speaking thus.

“ O Asbagh! Once, I went to visit the Holy Prophet (S.A) in the same way as you have come to visit me. The Holy Prophet (S>A) told me, O Abul Hasan: go and gather the people in the Mosque. Ascend the pulpit and sit in one place below my below on the pulpit. Then, recount and say to the people that I have been sent by the Holy Prophet (S.A) towards you. I have come to narrate his message for you. Then, say to the people:

Be aware! Curse of Allah be upon the one who is cursed and anathematized by his parents.

Be aware and informed! Curse of Allah be upon the one who run away from his master.

Be aware! Curse of Allah be upon one who does not pays the fees and remuneration or does injustice and ill treatment to his hired workers.

O Asbagh! I have accomplished the instructions of my friend, the Messenger of Allah. I narrated the three sentences from the Holy Prophet (S.A).” Then, somebody rose from the corner of the Mosque and said , “ O Abul Hasan! You have said three sentences, but you said them in brief. Explain and describe those subjects for us.”

Ali (A.S) said, “ I went back to the Holy Prophet (S.A) and asked these questions from his holy threshold. Do you know what the Holy Prophet (S.A) did?

Give me your hands.”

Asbagh gives and lays his hand on the hands of the illumines light. The hands of Allah takes the hands of Asbagh and takes him high towards the ascension of love. Amir – ul – Momenin Ali (A.S) take the hands of Asbagh and says:

“ The Holy Prophet (S.A) took my hands in such a way and said, O Abul Hasan! Know that I and you are the fathers of this Ummat. Curse of Allah will be upon the one who are cursed and anathematized by us.

Know and be informed that I and you are the Maula and master of this Ummat. Curse of Allah be upon the one who runs away and escapes from us.

Know and be aware that I and you are the two who employ and hire this Ummat. Curse of Allah be upon the one who dose injustice to our right and remunerations.”

Ali (A.S) recites “ Amen” after the end of the saying of the holy Prophet (S.A). Asbagh also says “Amen “ at the end of the Dua of his master.

Imam Amir – ul – Momenin Ali (A.S) Becomes unconscious and faints. The whole universe faints and swoons and goes in a state of coma during that period.

Asbagh has not narrated for us the details of those moments. But, there no need of the tongue, eyes and the ear for the saying , seeing and hearing from the state of Amir – ul – Momenin Ali (A.S) especially in that period.

In that state and position, all the parts of his body should be the eyes, ear and tongue to feel that state.

What was the criminal and the murderer who had seized and grabbed the flowing source and current and current blessing from this universe thinking about?

Not much time had elapsed and passed when the happened to the desirous and anxious hearts which those news would shatter and disintegrate the mountains?

What should we do in these mourning and sorrowful period?

Is there a sympathy or condolence for them? Can we be pacified and soothed?

Can we see and not cry and weep. We can only near ourselves to the dear and beloved ones of Saheb – uz- Zaman.

We can only see the chastity of the Imamat in the state of weeping and wailing ; and to talk with them.

From the extensive earth till the verandah of the heavens, one will see the sea of wailing and lamentation at the departure and bereavement of the master of the universe, at the separation of the talking Book of Allah. Did you not see how the headband of the holy Quran had been torn off?

If you cry and weep from the eternal dawn till the everlasting evening, you would not have still drunk a drop from the ocean of disaster and afflictions.

Heavens have taken over themselves the colour of the blood from the day the accursed son of Muljim who cast a fatal blow on the fatigue but enamoured hearts of the lovers of the holy threshold of the Master of the Masters.

Look at the drops of the blood on the innocent face of the dawn. During the twilight of that morning, the tents of the religion had burnt. The smoke is still billowing and can be seen in our eyes.

And from that day, the blood of the hallowed forehead of our master found its old connection and relation with the blood of the bereaved hearts of his lovers.

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