Why I'm here!!

Imagine the life as a swim competition ..

there will be three groups

first group who are great swimmers and they swim fast

second group they not great swimmers ..
some of them swim really slow and some of them barely keep they head out of water ..
and sometimes they even drawn for few seconds ..
but eventually they will reach the end point

and there's the third group who simply can't swim or they terrible swimmers, they never can make it .. and they will drawn eventually

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there's no doubt the first group are the winners .. and last group are losers ..

but what about the second group? the middle one?

they not winners or losers .. they just happy they still alive.

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i think that's how i really are ...
i'm just happy that i didn't drawn yet ..
but it seem that I'm missing the point .. isn't the victory is for whom reach first ..

how many times i read in quran:

وَالسَّابِقُونَ السَّابِقُونَ ﴿١٠﴾ أُولَـٰئِكَ الْمُقَرَّبُونَ ﴿١١﴾ سورة الواقعة
And the foremost are the foremost, These will be those Nearest to Allah (10-11 Al-Waqi'a)

it seems i got so busy in life .. that i just forget my purpose in life

and i do nothing than moving in same circle..
i never improved myself, i say same prayer i do in years ..

why i can't improve myself?
and get closer to god ...
isn't that why I'm here?

A Heaven on Earth

last friday i went to karbala .. after three weeks since ashura day ..

before we enter karbala .. i closed my eyes for few minutes..
and when i open my eyes .. we were there .. i step out of the car ..
and there were was.. abol fath al abbas shrine ... that's the first thing i could see from distance
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The atmosphere was amazing, there were reading dua al-kumail in ben ol haramin
while i was walking i start whispering my favorite part of zayart al-nahye:

Peace be upon him, who was saturated in (his) blood...
Peace be upon the one who is at rest in Karbala...
Peace be upon the parched lips...

when i reached to holy shrine of imam hossien .. I kissed the wooden door, and it had a lovly smell .. i stood a minute to realize where i am .. and which gates i'm entering ..
I realize it's truly heavens door ..

and then there was the holy shrine ... i stood at the golden gate asking my imam to enter his shrine ..

in the hadith if your eyes wiped .. that's the sign of permission

after reading the zyarat al wareth .. i found a place to sit .. just a few steps from the shrine ..

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after i finished my prayer and duaa .. i walked to the shrine so i'll be able to hold and kiss it..

once i touch the shrine .. i begin to remember what happened to my imam in ashura day..
i remembered how imam was lying on the ground and he can't stand up because of his wounds ..

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it was one of most amazing minutes of my life in the heaven of earth ..