…in light of Muharram
I seek refuge in Allah from satan the accursed.
In the name of Allah Most Compassionate Most Merciful.
It was a beautiful summer afternoon as the eleven year old me strolled the scenic streets of the hilltop tourist paradise of Murree, Pakistan with my family. Coincidentally, it was also the tenth of Muharram, thus the day for the Shia community to come out to mourn the slaughter of the Prophet’s (pbuh) grandsons. My parents were unaware of the date, and brought along my aunt and uncle who were visiting us from another city. At some point, my parents bought my younger sisters and me soft serve ice cream cones from one of the street vendors, which we devoured pretty quickly. By the time I was done eating my cone, my hands were very sticky, and that left me feeling irritable the whole time. I somehow got my parents to…
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