On First Day every mourner who arrives at Karbala is mesmerized by the sorrow and pain, which showers from blue everywhere. Faces, moods, dresses and general behaviour of residents is sad.
The environment is spellbound. People from everywhere of the world keep pouring in 24 hours. Hotels are packed. So are streets and roads.
A newcomer is always impressed by the display of grief and sorrow. But the sight of little angels dressed in black and green mourning dresses is just striking. One cannot overcome feelings and bursts into tears.
I saw children of age one year to twelve , protesting, mourning, chanting slogans and clinging to their elders after a tiresome Ma'tam. Most of them remained loyally with their Moka'bs ( processions) , which used to take two three hours, walking around tombs of Imam Hussain and Ghazi Abbas.
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