Tears rolled down her cheeks. She continued:
Her voice cracked. She imagined Imam Husain alone on the sands of Karbala, his throat parched, his companions martyred. She then recited the most heart-shattering line: ziyarat e nahiya with urdu translation
With a trembling voice, she began to recite: Tears rolled down her cheeks
Amna wept — but this time, tears of joy. his throat parched
السَّلَامُ عَلَيْكَ يَا بْنَ رَسُولِ اللَّهِ Urdu: “Aey Rasool Allah ke betay, tum par salaam ho.”
From that day, mother and son would recite Ziyarat e Nahiya every Thursday night. Hassan learned Arabic, but he always kept the Urdu translation beside him. He would say: