George Jordac, a Lebanese Christian authored a book in
Arabic titled “Sautul Adalatil Insaniyah” translated in English as “The Voice
of Human Justice” and was published in 1987 (second edition) by The Islamic
Seminary under the patronage of His Eminence Ayatollah al-Uzma As-Sayyid Abul
Qasim al-Musavi al-Khu’i.
Excerpts from the last chapter of the book titled “Let
them mourn”, is reproduced below:
“A stranger is sitting in a corner of the world. Time
did not recognize him. This stranger used to spend everything he possessed on
others but did not seek anything from them. He was subjected to great
oppressions, but he never thought of revenge. He forgave his enemies after
gaining victory over them. He never did any injustice to his enemies and never
performed any unlawful act for the sake of his friends. He was the helper of
the weak, the brother of the indigent, and the father of the orphans. He was an
erudite, and extremely forbearing. However, his heart was full of grief. His
majesty and loftiness were resounding in all the mountains and deserts. He cut
off the heads of big giants but was himself overcome by love and kindness.
During day time, he administered justice and enforced the divine laws and in
the darkness of the night, he wept bitterly for the sake of the indigent and
helpless. He was stranger whose thundering voice made the oppressors tremble
when any oppressed person approached him with a complaint. Whenever a man
complained to him his sword flashed like lightening and consumed the darkness of
the deceitful. He was stranger on the face of the earth whose word was true and
correct. He wore coarse dress and walked meekly. He was stranger and a lovely
person who suffered all sorts of hardships so that the people might remain
happy. He sought the welfare of the people in this world and in hereafter
although they always grieved and harmed him. Who was this unique and angelic
person whose enemies denied his virtues on account of their envy and avarice
and whose friends deserted him on account of fear? He fought alone against
corruption and destruction. He was never enamored of victory.
Who could this unique person be except Ali, the vexed
and distressed Commander of the Faithful? That night he reviewed his entire
life. He remembered that from his boyhood, his sword made the Quraysh tremble
and he did his best to spread Islam. He remembered the night of migration when
he slept in the bed of the prophet under the shadow of the swords of the
Quraysh with the hope that the polytheists would be mistaken and would not harm
the prophet. He remembered the time when the prophet came to his house one day
while he was asleep. Fatima wanted to awaken him but the prophet said: “Let him
sleep, because after me he will be deprived of sleep for a long time!” He recollected the time when the prophet had
said: “O Ali! God had adorned you in the best manner. He has endowed you with
the love for the poor and the helpless. They will be happy to make you their
Imam and you will be pleased to see them as your followers.” He also
recollected the faces of the companions of the prophet who used to say: “During
her time of the prophet we could identify the hypocrites because of their enmity
with Ali.”
Ali recollected his own friends like Abu Zar Ghifari,
the distinguished companion of the prophet who could not tolerate that the
human life should be insulted and hence stood up to oppose oppression and
injustice. In the time of the third caliph, he opened a campaign against the
Bani Umayyah. As a consequence, he was exiled to a barren place called
Rabazah, where his children died before his own eyes. Abu Zar died of hunger,
whereas Bani Umayyah had the entire wealth of the earth at their disposal. Similarly, he remembered his pious and
faithful brother Ammar Yasser who was martyred by a rebellious and oppressive
group in the Battle of Siffin.
The
eagles were sitting in their nests with their heads cast down, because on the
following day their feathers were going to fall and they were to go in mourning
for the chief of the world.
Source:
The
Voice of Human Justice by
George Jordac
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