My Inspiration for this theme comes from Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS repeatedly telling us to do gham of Imam Husain AS. So much so that it becomes second nature to us. Like breathing.
Shedding tears (on Imam Husain’s gham) is not an easy thing. But what if someone reveals to you that crying is a part of your DNA. It is there. All you have to do is focus and look deep down inside you.
For me painting was limited to a relaxing, therapeutic and enjoyable process. The Ashara ohbat series opened the door of a new discovery for me. The experience of painting in an emotive state. Never before have I felt this way while painting. It is meditative and surreal. Almost magical. Like the feeling described by Sufi mystics. A sense of achieving a higher state. Here the rhythmic whirling of a dervish is replaced by the strokes of a brush.
How powerful is this art form that transforms a few brush strokes into ibadat. Come, let me show you how it’s done. Hold my brush. Dip it in a streak of salty water made with true red pigment and gently paint away.
Oh day of Ashura, you have deepened my sorrow and
the grief has left me sleepless
If you were in Karbala, what would you have done?
Baitullah has wornn black clothes in his grief.
And deen cries on him with a torrent of tears.
It is not unnatural for creatures to gather in circles
and mourn him. To mourn him is akin to the law
of nature itself. “It is a natural thing.”
On Ashura the river Furaat (Euphrates) cried with pain:
My water was born to serve Imam Husain and his followers.
With his bounty my water became sweet therefore I was named Furaat.
Husain and his people have been stopped from me.
Their throats are burning and parched with thirst since three days.
Amidst them is a small innocent child only 6 months old.
He looked towards the sky and said,
you know that the spilling of this water
is more severe on me than the
parting of my soul.
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