sword of ali

“Why do you love Ali?” More than once I’ve been asked,
“Now tell me who he is”; more than once I’ve been tasked.
To answer this query is not simple, you see,
“If the trees were all pens,” tells us God’s appointee,
“And the jinn were accountants and the oceans ink,
And they all worked together, perfectly in sync,
They still would fail to calculate Haydar’s great traits,”
For this is Ali, simply, the greatest of greats!
Let’s begin by asking what the Ka'ba will say,
When asked about his birthmark on its wall today.
Ask Muhammad’s bed: “Who occupied you that night?”
It will call out for Ali, the bravest in sight!
Then let’s ask Jibraeel when he brought down the sword,
While “la fata illa Ali” the heavens roared.
Or let’s ask Khaybar’s gate: “Who ripped you out of place?”
It will point out to none other than Haydar’s face!
Let’s ask Mt. Uhud: “Who ran away, and who stayed?”
It will yell: “al-Karrar came to the Prophet’s aid!”
Then ask the City of Knowledge, who holds its key?
Tirmidhi will point to Ali, I guarantee.
Or ask the needy beggar with the ring endowed,
He’ll say: “I took it in prayer as Ali bowed!”
Then ask the poor orphan to be a declarant,
He’ll cry: “Ali was my source of love and parent!”
Ask the ant that Ali swore he’d never oppress,
Even if he was given the world to possess!
Let’s ask Dua al-Sabah and Dua Kumayl,
About their beauty, and Ali’s name they will unveil!
Ask the Second Shaykh: “What does ‘lawla Ali’ mean?”
He’d admit his need for Ali to intervene.
But sufficient for us is the Prophet dictates:
Where Ali and the truth, the Messenger equates.
Thus, please don’t ask me why I love him so greatly,
Such a noble man captures my heart innately!
My master Ali, your name makes my heart flutter,
An overwhelming peace, when your name I utter.
In all your greatness, you were still the most humble,
With orphans so soft, but in battle you’d rumble.
Eloquence is ashamed when it competes with you,
In all of your dealings, Justice you would pursue.
We call you Lion of God, a sage, kind, and brave,
But when asked who you were, you said: “Muhammad’s slave.”
O dust upon which Ali walked, I envy you,
O air which Haydar inhaled, I envy you too.
Salman, Miqdad, Abu Thar, how lucky you were,
Every day to serve Ali and with him confer.
On this night in Rajab, I have one wish only,
Please, Ali, in my grave do not leave me lonely.
With Allah’s Will, I plead for your intercession.
To you, I dedicate my life and profession.
—  Why do you love Ali?
Written by Sayed Hadi Al Qazwini

It was the 19th of Ramadan, the month of fasting of that eventful year. It was the time of morning prayers. The place was the mosque in Kufa. Imam Ali (ع) had arrived in the mosque long before the time of the prayers, had roused those who were sleeping in the mosque. Among them was Abdul Rahman ibn Muljim al-Muradi(ل). He(ل) was lying on his face and had hidden under his garment a sword, the blade of which had been poisoned. Imam Ali (ع) roused him and told him that it was an unhealthy way of sleeping as it hinders free breathing. He(ع) also told him that he had hidden a sword in his garment and an evil intention in his mind. Imam Ali (ع) then called the Muslims to morning prayers and led the service. It was the first part of the prayers and he was rising from the kneeling posture when the sword of Abdul-Rahman ibn Muljim(ل) descended on his head, giving him a very deep cut. It was the same sword that Imam Ali(ع) had pointed out only half an hour earlier. The prayers were disturbed. AbdulRahman(ل) started running and people went after him. Nobody was attending the prayers. There was confusion everywhere. But Imam Ali (ع) finished his two prostrations then reeled into the hands of his sons Hassan(ع)and Hussain(ع). The wound which was bleeding profusely was attended to. His blood-drenched lips parted into thanks-giving prayers as he(ع) said, “Master! I thank You for rewarding me with martyrdom; how kind are You and how Gracious. May Your Mercy further lead me to the realm of Your Grace and Benevolence. Abdul-Rahman(ل) was caught by Sasa ibn Sohan and was brought before Imam Ali (ع). The hands of the murderer where tied behind his back. The Imam(ع) saw that the ropes were cutting into the flesh of the murderer. He forgot the wound of his head, the blow which was to end his life and to cut his career in its prime. He forgot that Abdul-Rahman was a murderer. All that he saw was a human being subjected to inhuman torture. He ordered the Muslims to loosen the ropes on Abdul-Rahman’s hands and treat the man humanely. This kindness touched the murderer and he started weeping. A smile played on those lips and, in a faint voice, Imam Ali (ع) said, “It is too late to repent now; you have done your deed. Was I a bad Imam or an unkind ruler?”
People carried the Imam to his house. When he saw the bright day, he(ع) said, “O daylight! You can bear testimony to the fact that during the life time of Ali, you have never, not even once, dawned and found him sleeping.”

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Ali ibn Abi Talib

Ali was a warrior but he was so much more,
Do not limit him to the battlefield,
As you limit your Lord to a throne;
With a face and two hands, you make Him like yourselves,
While He says, “Laisa Kamislihi Shai,” there is nothing like Himself. (42:11)

To an enemy who wanted to kill him, Ali once gave away his sword,
Through Ali ibn Abi Talib, was God’s mercy bestowed; 
For those still wishing to feud, remember when he refused to swing his sword, 
Zulfiqar never struck, except for the justice of its Lord; 
And the man who struck him with a poison blade in sujood,
Ali gave him water, for Muhammad’s sunnah was with Ali’s blood imbued.

I expect no more of those who read the Quran day and night,
But reflect upon it not, even when the verses are in their sight,
“Do they not then reflect on the Quran?” Their Lord proclaims,
“Nay, on the hearts there are locks,” He swiftly explains, (47:24)
Indeed for them, Wilayah and Tatheer are but strange, empty names,
So to them I convey: Ali is the self of Muhammad, who has greater claim? (3:61)

To the love of Ali, their hearts are sealed, in empty prostrations they pray,
They do not know of the Dua of Kumayl,
While the Munajat of Ali lie beyond their capacity to behold;
Like a camel in the dark they bow and they kneel,
Ma’rifat a distant dream for those who put as fourth what is gold,
Preferring rusting doors to the Gate, in whose words God Himself is revealed.

In prayer surrounded by towers, like hypocrites they pray,
Standing on their monuments of dust, from their Prophet, driving pilgrims away,
Thinking not for what reason towards that house they say,
“Ihdina as-Sirat al-Mustaqeem,” (1:6)  For did they ever wonder
Why in that house was born Ali, and why facing it was he slayed?
Indeed from Makkah to Kufa, in the life of Ali is the straightest path displayed.

So on that path towards Kufa then travelled Ali’s son, Hussain,
But he was blocked by transgressors, and to Karbala was driven away,
To protect his grandfather’s message he unleashed his father’s blade,
But sheathed it at last, showing the world, Islam is never spread by the sword,
And showing the Muslims, Ali ibn Abi Talib is so much more.

We always look at Zulfiqaar (The Sword Of Imam Ali) but did we ever ask ourselves why it is bifurcated (Two Pointed) ?

by using it you will get the same result if you use a normal sword so whats the significance of Zulfiqaar ? 

The significance is that Imam Ali used one point for (عالم الانس) The Human World  and the other point for (عالم الجن) The World Of Jinn 

the sword symbolizes him being The Master Of عالم الانس and عالم الجن 

Faith cannot be spread using a sword

In the era of darkness, a radiant
light from the heavens, took birth,
With his actions not just words,
he guided humans to self-worth.

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He taught them, who was their
lord, the most merciful of all,
despite our sins, if sincere, we
can be forgiven before we fall.

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We are often told, no matter
what, to always fear our Lord,
‘To hell’ one is condemned,
before God’s judgement is called.

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But you see, Hussain, just like
Muhammad, didn’t force religion,
For faith which has reached the
heart can never hurt any creation.

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I now understand, why in Karbala
Hussain never used his sword,
He sacrifice his family and him-
self, to save the faith of his Lord.

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So, hold on to this very faith, which
was sent to cure every heart ache
Be cautions, in the name of religion,
never force anyone, to hopelessly break.

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Imam Ali ibn Abu Talib's merciful behaviour towards his killer:

It was the month of Ramadan, the month of fasting. It was the time of the morning prayers; the Kufa mosque was full of Muslims. One man called as Ibn Muljim, was pretended to be sleeping with his face downward. He had hidden a poisonous sword under him. Imam Ali (as) was kneeling before Allah (SWT) and when he raised his head a terrible blow fell upon him giving a very deep cut from the poisonous sword of Ibn Muljim. There was a great disturbance and commotion in the Kufa mosque. The murderer Ibn Muljim started running. The Muslims followed, caught and bound him in ropes and brought him before Imam Ali (as) who was on the prayer carpet drenched in blood and was reclining upon his sons. Imam Ali (as) knew the blow was fatal and he could not survive it but when the murderer Ibn Muljim was brought before him, he saw that the rope which had bound him was so tightly bound that it was cutting into his flesh. Imam Ali (as) turned towards those Muslims and said:

You should not be so cruel with your fellow being slacken his ropes, do not you see that they are cutting into his flesh and he is in agony.

Ibn Muljim was thirsty, that Imam Ali (as) could see. Then Imam Ali (as) was taken to his house. There was much crying and weeping in whole Kufa. At this time milk was brought for Imam Ali (as). He looked at the milk, and said, “Give a glass like this one to Ibn Muljim also, he is very thirsty.”

The milk was given to the murderer Ibn Muljim. He gratefully drank and quenched his thirst.

So was Imam Ali ibn Abu Talib (as). History of Islam is full of the incidents of his chivalrous and merciful behaviour.

Come Back From The Door

Ya Ali, when they defend their leader,
Exonerating him from his crime,
They say you were a warrior yet how
Could you not defend your own wife?

Ya Ali, it fills me with such anger
That they accuse you of cowardice,
Did they not see you on the battlefield? 
Behind that door they knew they were powerless.

Yet when they heard that gentle voice
Resound through the door,
They felt they could overpower her-
The heavens are witness: their hearts did abhor

Her radiance, her holy light, and the wailing angels 
That hovered around, whose echoing cries did surround:
“Ya Fatima, Ya Fatima, come back from the door!
Ya Ali, Ya Ali, why won’t you unleash your sword?!”

“Ya Fatima, Ya Fatima, come back from the door!
Ya Ali, Ya Ali, why won’t you unleash your sword?!”

Ya Ali, how much pain must your heart have endured?!
I see your fist clenching, reaching for Zulfiqar,
But before you, the Prophet you saw: his eyes were
Averted, his face distressed, his crackling voice

Rasped as he said: “Ya Ali, Ya Ali, you are greater
Than the rest! Be patient, my brother, do not become
Distressed! You are my Wasi, my Khalifah and God’s Wali!
You must endure these approaching years of dust and thorns…”

So you abandoned your claim, to your rights usurped;
You mourned for your wife, whose life before you was taken;
You gave up your rights for an Ummah to not be disturbed,
Yet when they returned to you, once more were you forsaken.

For an Ummah of betrayal, another ten Umam ensued,
Your sons too were forsaken, and today we still do not know
Where lies that great lonely grave of woe. Ya Ali, we long
For your son, O your son who we long to see:

His eyes of grief and his eyes of pain,
Who will rise and revive your rightful claim;
And your oppressors too shall rise 
And their corpses be consumed by flame;
And your son will lead us to that most lonely grave,
To the grave of his grandmother he will pave the way;
And he shall make the way of truth once more restored,
When your son arises, when he unleashes your sword.

Coat of Arms of Iran before the 1979 revolution

Description : Imperial Coat of Arms of Iran was used from 1925 until 1979. The shield is composed of the Lion and the Sun symbol (one of the symbols of Iran) in first quarter, the Faravahar (one of the symbols of the ancient Iranian religion of Zoroastrianism) in the second quarter, the two-pointed sword of Ali (First Imam of Shi’a muslims) Zulfiqar in third quarter and the Simurgh (A mythical Iranian creature) in the fourth quarter.

Overall in the center is a circle depicting Mount Damavand (tallest mountain in Iran) with a rising sun, the symbol of the Pahlavi dynasty. The shield is crowned by the Pahlavi crown and surrounded by the chain of the Order of Pahlavi. Two lions rampant regardant, holding scimitars supports the coat of arms on either side. Under the whole device is the motto: “Mara dad farmud va Khod Davar Ast” (“Justice He bids me do, as He will judge me” or, alternatively, “He gave me power to command, and He is the judge”).