شهید مدافع حرم حیدر ابراهیم خانی

​Ashoora
As the enemies had the body of Imam Hussain (as) surrounded, each took their turn stabbing his pure defenseless body, laid out on the ground; thus, while viciousness, revengefulness, and feral behavior swept through the battle field, in the camps of Imam Hussain (as) the spirit of remembrance in God, the human quality of tenderness, and intense emotions prevailed.

All women and children—no one but women and children were left in the camps, with the exception of the only surviving male Ali Ibn Hussain (as) who was ill—were worried about Hussain Ibn Ali (as) and what would transpire next.

They came out of their tents, and proceeded to the area where they believed Hussain Ibn Ali’s (as) body was seized; it has been narrated that the women departed from the camp. You have probably seen or heard how Arab women weep and mourn: it is still common among Arab women to mourn painfully upon the death of their loved ones; they beat their own faces, and pull at their hair; they mourn in such an intense manner. Well, these women had lost a loved one, a man like Hussain Ibn Ali (as).

Hazrat Zeinab was heading the women towards the sight of his martyrdom. When she arrived, she spotted the body of her beloved brother on the blistering grounds of Karbala. Instead of revealing some sort of reaction, or grievance, she went to the corpse of her beloved Hussain (as), and called on her grandfather (pbuh). She said, “O’ the Messenger of God, peace be upon you! Take a look at your Hussain who is covered in blood, with his body hacked up.” O’ my dear grandfather! O’ Great Prophet, look towards the hot desert of Karbala. This is your Hussain who is now covered in blood and dust.

Then, as it has been narrated, Zeinab (as) reached her hands beneath the body of Hussain Ibn Ali (as) and called out, “O’ God! Please accept this sacrifice from the progeny of Muhammad (saw)!”

Ayatollah Khamenei, 9/27/1985

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Of course this is easier said than done. What Imam Hussein (a.s.) did was an extraordinary feat. That is to say, the dimensions of his action are far more than what we estimate. We usually ignore aspects and details. Once I spoke about Imam Hussein’s (a.s.) patience. His patience was not limited to enduring thirst or seeing his companions being killed. These things are relatively easy to tolerate. The kind of patience that is difficult to practice is to listen to influential, aware and respectable people who keep creating doubts and telling you that what you are doing is dangerous and wrong. Who did those things? People like Abdullah Ja’far, Abdullah Zubair and Abdullah Abbas. These prominent figures of that time were constantly telling Imam Hussein (a.s.) not to do what he was doing. If it were somebody else, somebody who did not have that determination and stable character, he would have thought, “Well, I did my duty. These people are talking like this and the world is acting like that, so I should just say what I am supposed to say and do nothing else.” A person who decides to stand up against such statements, such temptations, such doubts and such efforts to bend sharia and is not dissuaded from continuing his path - such a person is the one who can give rise to such a great transformation. In this regard our magnanimous Imam (r.a.) was similar to the Lord of the Martyrs. I explained this in another meeting and I do not want to go into the details now. This was how Imam Hussein (a.s.) acted as a guardian.

معبود من!پروردگار من!

اکنون که روزهای رمضان کریمت به شماره افتاده اند

و خوان گسترده مهمانی ات کم کم برچیده میشود

باز هم دستان من خالی هستند

باز هم نتوانستم ذره ای از این سفره تناول کنم

وتوشه ای بردارم

امسال هم چون سالهای قبل

با دستان خالی خالی از سفره ات برمیخیزم

هر سال با خودم عهد میبندم

که بهترین رمضان عمرم امسال باشد

اما افسوس

افسوس که هرچه رشته میکنم

خودم هم پنبه میکنم

معبود من 

شرمنده ام که حق مهمانی ات را ادا نکرده ام

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قسمت چهارم
راستی تو که عاشق دختر عمویت بودی و با ازدواج کردی چطور دلت آمد نو عروست را رها کنی و بروی ؟
مگر چند سالت بود؟
تو فقط سی سال داشتی
هنوز اوج جوانی ات بود
یادت هست وقتی تصمیم گرفتی بروی یکی دلت را شکست وقتی گفت تو برای پول میروی؟
همان بی خرد چند ماه بعد آمده بود برای حلالیت گرفتن از همه دوستان تا راهی سفر حج شود
یکی به او گفت : ما حلالت میکنیم ولی از حیدر چطور میخواهی حلالیت بگیری؟
خیلی دلت شکسته بود
آنقدر که در وصیتنامه ات هم نوشتی
راستی عجب وصیتی نوشته بودی!؟
حال مردم شهر را دگرگون کرد
اصلا شهر ما خیلی به شهادت تو وصیتنامه ات احتیاج داشت!
چه غوغایی به پا کردی در شهر و در جوانان شهر!؟
در وصیتت گفته بودی که همسر و مادر و خواهرت و هیچ یک از زنان فامیل در مراسم تو گریه نکنن تا مبادا نا محرمی صدایشان را بشنود
چقدر تو غیرتی بودی!؟
خیالت راحت!
هیچ صدایی از ناموست بلند نشد
نرم نرمک از گوشه چشمانشان قطره های اشک می غلطید
و همانند خنجری بر قلب من می نشست
…ادامه دارد

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قسمت سوم
شنیده ام از همان کودکی
در مسجد محله تان
همان محله پایین شهر
برو بیایی داشتی
صبح ها سر کلاس دلشوره داشتی که نزدیک اذان ظهر
زودتر اجازه بگیری و بروی سماور مسجد را روشن کنی
چقدر این کار برایت مهم بود!
تو تربیت شده مسجد بودی
مادرت میگفت وقتی رفته بودی سوریه
هر زمانی زنگ میزدی احوال فامیل و اهالی محل و حاج آقای مسجد را هم میپرسیدی!
مسجد چقدر خوب تو را پرورش داد!
راستی روزی که در مدرسه شعار مرگ بر آمریکا سر دادی و معلم بی معرفتت گوشت را پیچاند
یادت هست؟
معلمت از موشکهای آمریکا تعریف میکرد و تو را توبیخ میکرد که چرا میگویی مرگ بر آمریکا؟
حالا آن معلم کجاست؟
روز تشییع جنازه ات کجا بود تا ببیند موشک آمریکایی حیدر شهر ما را نشانه رفته است؟
ادامه دارد…