Zurqi in the wind

The cool morning breeze, like a quiet caress, touched the young pilgrim's face. Closed his eyes and looked at the Najaf's starry sky; A city that was the cradle of science and faith, but under the heavy shadow of politics and injustice. He was Hussein, a young man from the southern wall to Karbala on foot; A journey that was not only a pilgrimage, but also an attempt to find meaning among the riots of the time.

The streets of Najaf were still semi -silent, but the footsteps of the people and their prayers were in the air. Hussein took his steps stronger; He knew this was not easy. He felt that there were storms ahead, storms that are not just wind, but larger and invisible powers.

Every step had a story. The story of the people who lived under the pressure of cruel policies, and the politicians whose children lived in the safest corners of the world Those who were brewing justice, but their shadow weighs over the people.

Hussein had promised himself to bring himself to the shrine of Sayyid al -Shohada, where he could find the answer to the endless questions.
A few kilometers from Najaf, Hussein reached a small village. The heat of the summer was extremely annoying and the dry, cracking ground was sounding under its feet. Was sitting on the side of the way; an old man was sitting; Her eyes were kind but full of sadness. Hussein approached and hello.

The old man responded with a tired but quiet voice:
The distance is, young. Why are you walking so many ways?

Hussein took a deep breath and said.
I come to Imam Hussein's pilgrimage, but more than that, to see the truth that is lost.

The old man smiled and said, "
Truth? These days it is a lies and deceit everywhere. But if you want to see the truth, look across the path.

Hussein raised his head and his eyes fell on a man who, without a foot, pulled his hands on the ground with a slipper in his hands and hard to go to Karbala. Her body was covered with wounds and soil, but her eyes shone the fire.

The old man continued:
He has been going this way for years without having a foot. The love of Hussein kept him like this. The hardness of the roads and the wounds could never break his faith.

Hussein looked at the man and tears gathered in his eyes. This picture was a great lesson for her; The lesson of standing, patience and power of faith against the most difficult difficulties.

At the same moment, the sound of the wind was heard; It was as if he wanted to come to Hussein:
You are too, as you are in the wind; As the storms are severe, you have to continue your path.

The man whose heart was broken
In the middle of the road, Hussein reached a fountain where an old man was sitting next to it and drinking water with a shaky hand. The old man said.
My heart is broken, but I am still alive in the love of Hussein. Every wound I have eaten is reminiscent of my loyalty. The love of Imam Hussein is like a light that shows the way even in the darkest nights.
Hussein asked: How can this love be alive in the heart of all this cruelty and pain?
The old man smiled and said, "When the heart is cut off from the world and is right, no oppression can turn off the light."

The young man who was crying
In the middle of the road, he saw a young man sitting under a tree and crying tears. Hussein asked, "Why are you crying?"
"For my love for Hussein," the young man said. For every drop of blood that is shed in the way of justice. My tears are not of weakness but of the power of love.
Hussein said, "How does this love make you stronger?"
The young man replied: The love of Hussein has turned me into a firm mountain; A mountain that no sharp wind and no storm shakes.

A woman who felt the scent of Hussein in the wind
Hussein saw a woman with a tent and looked at the wind calmly. He approached him and asked, "What do you see?"
The woman said, "I see the aroma of Hussein who is in the wind." This fragrance is reminiscent of testimony and love; A love that never dies.
Hussein wondered: How to see the fragrance?
The woman smiled and said, "When the heart is true, everything can be felt, even the fragrance of love."

Reaching to Karbala

The sun was slowly approaching the horizon, and the sky embraced red and gold. Hussein, tired and full of hope, took his last steps to Karbala. The sound of the bells of pilgrims, prayers and whispering to Hussein filled the atmosphere of the shrine.

When he stepped into sacred privacy, it was as if all the heavy way was removed from his shoulder. The voice of the prayers and the whisper of the people caught him. Hussein approached Zari, he put his hands on it, and shouted:
O Hussein, O Hope of Broken Hearts, I have come with a heart full of love and heart tired of the world. You are the lights for us in the dark, I read you.

His tears flowed; Not only because of the hardships of the road, but for the deep understanding of sacrifice, justice and spirituality. It was here to find out that his journey was not just a way of pilgrimage; Rather, it was a journey inside, a journey to truth and freedom.

At that moment, the sound of the wind blows down, as if he brought the message of the sky:
O pilgrims, you are a bully in the huge winds of this world. But these winds will not distract you from your way. Your standing and love is a way for all those who are lost in the storms.

Hussein sat on his knees, looked at the sky and intended to save Imam Hussein's message from forgetfulness in his life; The message of justice, love, and resistance to cruelty.

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