Srinagar, July 2 -- Some stories do not stay where they happened. They slip beneath doorways, settle in the folds of shawls, ride the wind like stray embers.

Karbala is one of those stories. It did not end when the swords were lowered. It did not rest beneath the sand. It crossed mountains and rivers and arrived in places like Kashmir, where people know what it means to wait, to carry sorrow silently, to stand without a crowd behind them.

Here, Karbala is not a date on the calendar. It is a feeling stitched into life, like the faint scent of smoke that never leaves the walls of an old house.

Imam Hussain (A.S.) did not set out to win. He set out to not surrender. There is a difference.

In Madina, he could have stayed, wrapped in comfo...