Ya Ali.
“Ya Ali”. When I first heard these words, I was just a baby, crying at 2 a.m because of a high fever. Before giving me medicine, my mother taught me this beautiful melody,
“Nade Ali un Mazhar al-‘Ajaib” | نادِ عليًّا مظهرَ العجائب
After that, I intentionally used to cry every night, so I could listen to that melody from my mother, again and again. Now, I am 1 year old. My Father is teaching me how to walk, but somehow I fell. Again, I heard two words, “Ya Ali”.
I used to wonder, what are those words? Who is Ali?
Time passed. Now I am 6 years old. We are in the bazaar. I saw a toy shop and totally zone out. When I turned back, my mother wasn’t there. I lost her in the crowded bazaar. In that moment, I had no one, except those magical words:
“Nade Ali un Mazhar al-‘Ajaib” | نادِ عليًّا مظهرَ العجائب
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And within seconds, I saw my mother running towards me. Again that melody miraculously worked.
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But Maula, I am still that 6-year-old You rescued. Again, I am lost in the bigger bazaar, but now I am calling the Ali of my time.
O Son of Ali, [referring to Imam Mehdi]
O Yousef-e-Zehra! [title of Imam Mehdi]
Where are you? Why are you taking so long? When will you find us and we will find you?
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