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http://www.heartsunion.com Salaam everyone, Tomorrow (Apr 8) at 5:30 pm GMT (1:30 pm EST), there will be a collaborative Dua with thousands across the world for the hastening of the Imam of our time, Saheb Az Zaman, Imam Muhammad bin Al Hassan Al Mahdi, may Allah hasten his reappearance. It is narrated from the Imam, "If our devotees' (may Allah give them success in obeying Him) hearts are gathered on meeting their obligation, their good fortune of meeting us would not have been delayed, and their joy of seeing us would have been expedited." (Al-Ihtijaj, by al-Tabrasy Ch.2, P.499) Please join us tomorrow to whoever is able and share the message.

Salam dearest brothers & sisters, My question to you all is, how does one prepare for the zuhoor of the Imam (ajfs), or rather, encourage the zuhoor of the Imam (ajfs)?

A Painting of YOU I took once my colors to paint YOU Truly from where to start I have no clue The images i have are really so few What elements I should have in my view? Let my picture have a sky & let it be blue Also a river with the same color too It will include a sun? yellow! I knew Then four roses standing in a queue Blue will be two while red the other two Finally a white horse with a beautiful cue I started with blue and painted the sky Blue is for YOU and thus it is high The river was wide and I can stand by It also was clear crystal like an eye Then it was the sun yellow as in July Was shining but dare toward it to pry Later the four flowers; blue, red and shy YOU are the fifth but not with them why? I then painted the horse, white I apply It was gorgeous; you can ride you can fly Finally I am painting YOU; Oh my GOD, NO Who can just imagine what i really saw The blue sky is crying blood you know? The river as well has stopped to flow The Sun wishes to be down and even below I can hear her moan, listen to her crow Begging a cloud to avoid seeing the show the four flowers fainted and has no glow They became red not anymore blue; nor in row Moving in circles, the horse holds his tow The tears in his eyes; he is trying to stow Not white but also with red as cut by a saw Standing up sometimes then kneeling so slow What happened to my painting why all is red? It’s blood! It left the paper! All over it spread I can feel the dim; black is all over shed It is YOU in my picture but why with no head? Why YOU are sleeping? why with no bed? Where is the horse? why this lady instead? Why she is holding YOU up? what she said? Why she has no veil? I can't look ahead The flowers are moving bleeding and shred They surround YOU all, but one just sped She screamed “MY SON” are you really dead? “MY SON HUSSEIN” to whom I shall dread #عبد_الاشتر