Mourning is.

Mourning is never just crying on martyrs.

As I mourn today, as countless across sects, communities and faiths and no-faiths join the mourning, mourning feels such a joy.

Mourning is never about crying that Hussain died.

Mourning is crying why Hussain died.
Mourning is not the events of the battle.
Mourning is the events that led to the battle.
Mourning is not the events of processions today.
Mourning is lack of understanding the cause.
Mourning is not the pain of a dying body.
Mourning is the pain of the dying soul.
Mourning is silence and lack of empathy.
Mourning is not lack of knowledge.
Mourning is the pain of lack of curiosity to know. To question.
Mourning is the pain of witnessing marginalisation of Hussain and philosophy to a sect, to a faith.

This mourning today liberates me of my bodily being, narrates to me the Possibility of Standing for the Right. for Truth. It indicates to me how Truth and Justice stand alone. Universally. Across Time.

As my city sinks into silence, security takes charge, people mourn to combat the rising extremism. As this armed rangers guy bows down and smiles making way for these ladies and children to enter a risk zone, I see how mourning helps combat the fear of Injustice and Oppression.

Mourning was never crying over Hussain.
Mourning was and is why he was alone.

Mourning is never crying over Zainab.
Mourning is the pain of why she saw 'Nothing but beauty'.

Mourning has taught me to combat myself within.
Mourning has taught me to decide whether I combat with words for God or for my ego.

In this world of blurred reality and skewed representation of Truth, Mourning is helplessly not knowing where I would have been in the battle.

Perhaps then, Mourning is also the only way of expressing the wish of Knowing the Truth, combating the Injustices and silences, growing beyond a faith and a sect.

Perhaps then, Mourning today is the way of attaining the Knowledge from the Kingdom of the One who created us. Pleading Him for wisdom as I continue trying to understand Hussain's message.

As I mourn today, I witness countless gathered under a single cause and bowing down to the Single God on this concrete urban road. I witness people mourning Hussain in Siraiki, Pushto, Sindhi, Dari, Urdu and English within a mete stretch of 2kms.

Mourning today is an act. An expression. An attempt. To combat the self within in order to understand. In order to realise the peace within of The Universality of this Mourning.

As injustice continues penetrating with ideological weapons and threats, countless stand and combat with nothing but presence of Mourning. Presence that cuts through the fear of absence and combats Injustice like no other.