1400 years ago, a man and his family found themselves on the plains of mesopotamia confronted by an army. 100 or so men, women and children against 3-30,000 soldiers sent on behalf of the ruling Caliph. Suffice to say, it was a bloodbath.
1400 years later, almost no city across the world does not mourn the death of that man and his family. 1.8 billion revere his stand and 300 million of those people go a step further, basing their actions and principles around that man and his family. On the 20th of Safar of the Islamic calendar, 20-30 million people flock to his grave in order to pay remembrance, consistently the largest peaceful gathering year on year. The caliph who ordered his death? Nowhere to be heard of or seen.
This is the tale of Hussain: son of Ali and grandson of the Prophet. A tale known by heart in Shia circles but often underappreciated amongst the wider Muslim community and unknown to many across the world. This is a tale of a man and his stand against injustice, against oppression, against hate. This is a tale which goes beyond time, person and space: his message was universal, for persons of all faiths and none and for all corners of this earth.
Over the next few weeks, I hope to tell this story piece by piece. Many of you may already be aware of his journey, many of you may not. I am no expert, but I hope I can do it some justice and bring some small light into the magnanimity of this man: the Living Martyr.