It’s hard to admit your mistakes, specially if you’re a stubborn person like me. I might don’t admit it publically or immdately but I always do admit at the end. I always punish myself for my mistakes, I prefer doing it in secret. I try to replace my bad deeds with good ones. I feel ashamed of myself, I cry, I ask forgiveness and then I never do it ever again. This all happens in secret just between me, myself and Allah. It has happened so many times. We all sin, thats not the problem. What hurts most when you keep reminding yourself of your pervious mistakes. It makes you feel ashamed. You start hating yourself.
I follow Muhammad man of all mankind, I follow the mistress of all believers, Fatima, I follow the lion of Allah, Ali, and I follow the Masters of Paradise, Hassan and Hussein.
The heart mourns for the Mistress of believers Fatima. I mourn for her poisoned father and the one who gave charity with a ring. The endless tears that fall reflect my sorrow for my master Hussein, and for his brother who died on the hands of disbelievers just like his grandfather. My grief is endless for the one who lost his hands at the land of Karbala and for the one who was left alone in a strange land surround with thirsty orphans.
