I wish I could be there
Today, I was taking a look at some of the pictures of people walking from Najaf to Karbala (two cities in Iraq) to take part in Arba’een to commemorate the martyrdom of Imam Hussain. I wish I was there.
By seeing the images, questions come to my mind one after each other: how is this possible for some people to see that millions of people gather together to commemorate for a person, but they do not even become curious to know more about this happening? Why some people even do not want to know how a person could become influential in a way that gathers millions of people from different countries around the world to respect him after more than a thousand years? My question-making cells continue to make another inquires: why do I think about trivial mechanisms by which the cells work, but I do not think about my religion, my Imams and my future after I die? What happened to me?
As I know the picture above was taken some years ago. The light shows the people who are walking from Najaf to Karbala. To know more about Arba’een and Imam Hussain, you can easily take a glance at some of the websites such as Wikipedia.
Sources: I got the image from this Iranian website