Be only Hussein's servant

I read the visiting of Ashura there for the first time, my condition was like a thirsty person lost in the desert, suddenly quenched by a flood of rain; I cried for the first time over something different from my attachment to this world, my family and my work. I felt a point and liberation from all restrictions to the extent that I saw myself in Karbala. The reciter was saying: "I am pleased because I am a boy in the Hussain's council... and I am a boy who was a boy for Hussain..." When I returned home, I wanted to knock on the doors of the village houses one by one, ask the residents for help, and tell them that Hussain's boy, the Shereqed, died tonight, I was born now and my name is only Hussain's boy.