“Imam Mahdi (AS),” she whispered. “He wrote this ziyarat for his great-grandfather. He is saying: Even though I was not born then, I will mourn as if I lost him today. That is true love, Hassan. Not rituals without feeling, but a broken heart.”
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: ziyarat e nahiya with urdu translation
فَلَأَنْدُبَنَّكَ صَبَاحًا وَمَسَاءً، وَلَأَبْكِيَنَّ عَلَيْكَ بَدَلَ الدُّمُوعِ دَمًا Urdu: “Main subah aur shaam tum par roya karunga, aur aansuon ki jagah tum par khoon ke aansu bahaunga.” “Imam Mahdi (AS),” she whispered
لَئِنْ أَخَّرَتْنِي الدُّهُورُ، وَعَاقَنِي عَنْ نَصْرِكَ الْمَقْدُورُ Urdu: “Agar zamane ne mujhe tumhari madad se rok diya, aur taqdeer mujh se aajiz aa gayi…” That is true love, Hassan