In The Name Of Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful
My Master! My lonely and beleaguered Master! The distressed son of Fatemah! The chief of Aale Muhammad (a.s.)! The benevolent father of the universe!
I wish to discuss your loneliness. Aloneness that has continued for twelve hundred years. That loneliness over which the sky and the earth weep incessantly. That lonesomeness which even your followers fail to comprehend. That solitude over which your ancestors (a.s.) had grieved over even before your birth.
I am at loss and don’t know with which chapter to begin this ode. Which volume of this moving book should I pick. Which line, which page and which lesson should I read. This picture — of sorrow and loneliness — has weakened me.
Where do I begin? Should I express this saga in my own words or in someone else’s? Should I tell the past generations, complain with the present ones or the enemies? Should I make a complaint with the masses or the noble classes? Should I speak with those who offend you? Should I talk to those who interpret your merciful and compassionate hands as hands that will shed blood? Should I protest with those who introduce your flashing sword in such a manner that even your friends feel intimidated? Or should I have a word with those who say you are not reachable for the masses? Or should I address those who feel seeing you is impossible? Or should I talk to those who invite people towards their desires in your name? Or should I talk to those who give hope to people of your coming but they themselves assume that your reappearance is far-off? Should I have a word with those who describe you as per their fancies and not as your holy being actually is? Should I complain to those who take your occultation as a state of your non-existence. Continue reading