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His Mother's Demise

The evergreen, cheerful, and unique genius personality of his time had not yet quite passed the 26th spring of life, when he has to hear the demise of his kind and devoted mother. This tragedy shattered him completely overtaken his total existence with pain and burning agony.

Sayyid Radi who was keenly aware about the most important position of mother in the Islamic culture, by remembering her mother’s pains and self-sacrifices in his upbringing, was bitter and heartbroken; the separation with his beloved mother had ignited a fire within his inner self burning his total existence.

But still, while confronting this heartrending tragedy he acted like a mountain standing firmly against the destructive storms of taunts and sarcastic wounds inflicted by his jealous enemies and was able to preserve his dignity and composure. Occasionally this fire of pain and agony within his inner self would be suddenly released like the molten rock thrown out of the volcano, in the form of burning eulogistic poems for his deceased mother compiled by Sayyid Radi as follows:

“Oh Mother! I cry and shed tears for your separation hoping that perhaps the burning drops of tears coming out of my sorrowful eyes may melt and remove the mountain of sadness from my heart.

Oh Mother! I try to compile and recite these verses in order to lighten the heavy burden of sorrow over my heart through this medium.

Your mournful son confused and wandered runs here and there searching for a shelter; but Alas! How he can get consolation because there is no shelter which could offer comfort and consolation to me, except the strong castle of patience, if it could be effective in this horrible catastrophic event. Yes! Except patience and tolerance there is no other shelter but since the tragedy is so bitter, even this firm shelter is not of much help and collapses because the force of tears shed from a stormy heart washes away the robust walls of this castle.

Mother! Because of the agony of your separation, I have given up the patience and steadfastness and have forgotten my social status and position. I try my best not to show my inner sadness, but involuntarily my throats gets choked up with pains, while other times my inner sorrow gets released in the form of a deep cold sigh shattering my complete existence.

Oh mother! This heart-rending pain which had rested upon my heart as a heavy burden, and makes me painful is equivalent to the pains of pregnancy and during the time of delivery, which were inflicted upon your heart because of my birth.

Oh mother! You were such a precious jewel and valuable pearl that for· getting you released from the plundering enemy's hand I would have sacrificed everything in my possession as your ransom, but alas! The death has snatched you away from my hand and nothing could ever be taken back its deadly claws.