This title might appear awkward, but it has a deep meaning.
The month of Muharram denotes a great deal of sacrifice. There is a notion of panjatan-e-pak in Islam. Prophet Mohammed-peace-be-upon-him, his daughter Bibi Fatimah Radiallahu Anha, Maula Hazarth Ali (Prophet Mohammed- p.b.u.h.’s son-in-law), and their sons, Hassan, and Hussain. They were the ones who led a life, which no one can imagine. If we follow the way they lived, we will merge with Allah.
Prophet Mohammed (p.b.u.h.) was the messanger of Allah. Bibi Fatimah Radiallahu Anha was one of the daughters of Prophet Mohammed. She is more revered, as she had the qualities of a true Guru, she was the free soul, despite being a householder. Even, Hassan and Hussain were rich in virtues. The battle of Karbala had killed all the men of the Islamic belief. But, the women, who had survived, led the life of penance, and made the Islam blossom and spread its fragrance, till date.
The entire family of Hazarath Ali and Bibi Fatima Radiallahu Anha lived in personified thanksgiving. They used to give off everything, to all the beings, who came at their doorstep. Often, the family slept with gurgling tummies, but without a speck of complaint. They performed the prayers regularly, nevertheless, their sajdah never involved any complaint. They thanked Allah for they were still equipped with all the senses. They even lived for several weeks, without food, but smiles never left their faces.
One day, Bibi Fatimah Radiallahu Anha was stitching a cloth. Suddenly, the needle slipped off her fingers. Even, the kerosene lamp extinguished. She went outside, and stood underneath the lamp-post, began searching the needle, by scratching the ground. The women who lived in her neighborhood, came outside, and asked Bibi Fatima about the thing which she had lost. She answered politely. They asked her about the place where she lost the needle. She replied that she lost it, inside the house, as she lacked the source of light inside the house. The women began laughing. The entire village assembled around her house, even her family members came out. The villagers began laughing. She continued her task of searching the needle. After few minutes, she rose and said humbly that the villagers were also doing the same thing. The listeners were confused. She replied in a polite tone that they were searching Allah outside, but Allah lives in his own shrine, which is made by him, by assembling millions of cells.
We might cry in a day, if we are kept without food, but they lived unstirred in everything. We find and moan for bounties and Lord in the temples, but if we moan within, without any malady for lack of resources, we will be one with Allah.