On the Occasion of Arbaeen: We Keep the Memory of Our Companions Alive

Like a plucked bird, I ache for the swallows that took flight…

For the truthful companions who now witness the fulfillment of their sincere dreams in the heavens…

For the truly mighty men who embraced martyrdom and stripped death of its dignity…

Since my hands cannot reach the heavens’ paradise, I shall walk awhile in paradise-on-earth, whispering in memory of my martyred companions: ‘Peace be upon you, O Aba Abdillah…

May it be that—in true recognition they remember us intimately in their sacred gathering with the Master, for we have no wealth but their memory!