Srinagar, July 9 -- "On Ashura's road, I saw no hate, no sword, no cry Only Hussain's love that made all hearts unify."

As I stepped out from my home in Rawalpora and made my way along the old airport road through the winding lanes of Srinagar, something sacred began to stir within me. It wasn't just another day, it wasAshura- A day not only of pain, remembrance and sacrifice, but above all, ofhumanity. As I approached the solemn streets of Zadibal, I witnessed something that touched the very core of my being. I saw elderly men, their hands trembling with age and yet standing shoulder to shoulder with young children. At an age when they would want to be served, they were serving with great devotional zeal. They served water, juice, sherb...