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Ali Akbar Ministry of Metaphysical Sciences

A Mystical Tale dedicated to my Father.

Ali Akbar and the Light of Jazira Khizra
In the ancient heartlands of the East, where deserts meet oceans and stars speak in silent symphonies, there lived a seeker named Ali Akbar. A young man of noble spirit and humble heart, he was born under the crescent moon, in a land shadowed by material struggle but filled with whispers of the unseen. His soul longed not for riches or fame, but for truth, for a path of light, and for a love that transcended the world.
The Call of the Quest
One night, while meditating near the edge of the Red Desert, Ali Akbar dreamed of a great emerald island — Jazira Khizra, the Green Island — glowing in a sea of stars. A voice echoed in his chest:

'The one you seek dwells in light. Follow the signs. Walk in love, and the path shall reveal itself.'

He awoke with tears on his face and a flame in his heart. He knew this was no ordinary dream — it was a calling. It was said among the mystics that Jazira Khizra was the hidden realm of Imam al-Mahdi, the awaited guide of light, who would appear at the end of time to restore truth and justice. Few believed it existed. Even fewer dared to seek it.

But Ali Akbar did.
The Journey Through Realms
1. The Valley of Purification
Ali first journeyed to the Valley of Salt Winds, where the winds stripped away the illusions of the ego. Here he met a blind dervish who whispered:

'To find light, you must walk through your own darkness. Abundance begins with emptiness.'

Through fasting, silence, and prayer, Ali shed his fears, doubts, and attachments. A glowing dove appeared and led him eastward.
2. The Garden of Mirrors
He then entered the Garden of Mirrors, a realm between worlds, where one could see the reflections of their past lives and future potential. Ali was tested by his shadow self — pride, greed, and despair — but he chose love, compassion, and patience.

The garden gifted him a crystal ring, engraved with the names of the Prophets and the Ahlul Bayt. It pulsed with energy when he moved toward truth.
3. The Mountain of Silence
To ascend the spiritual heights, Ali climbed the Mountain of Silence. At its peak, he meditated for forty nights. On the 40th, a radiant being appeared — a green-cloaked rider — who offered no name but whose presence overflowed with divine mercy.

'What do you seek, O traveler of light?' he asked.

Ali replied, 'I seek the Imam, the hidden guide. I seek Jazira Khizra, and the light that brings the world into balance.'

The rider smiled. 'You have already begun to find it. The light you seek is within you, but it must be awakened in service to others.'
Arrival at Jazira Khizra
One dawn, Ali followed the rider to the shore of a hidden sea. There, out of the mists, rose an island glowing with hues of jade and sapphire. It was Jazira Khizra — the island of the unseen, guarded by angels and jinn of pure intent.

Within the sacred grove of the island, Ali beheld a circle of light, and from it emerged a figure of serenity and strength — Imam al-Mahdi (as). His eyes held galaxies. His voice was a melody of mercy.

'O Ali Akbar,' he said, 'you have walked through darkness, silence, and self. Now take what you have found — love, light, and abundance — and return to the world. Be the mirror through which others may see Me.'

Ali bowed in tears. A green light enveloped him. From that moment, he became a lamp unto others, a quiet guide in troubled lands, spreading peace, healing, and abundance wherever he walked.
Legacy
Ali Akbar never spoke of Jazira Khizra again. But people said his hands healed wounds. His words brought tears of clarity. His eyes shone with a light not of this world.

And every night, under the crescent moon, he would whisper:

'The Imam is near to those who walk in love.
The island lives in hearts that seek.
The light... is everywhere.'

Chapter 2: The Island of Love and Light
Many moons had passed since Ali Akbar’s soul-transforming journey to the sacred realm of Jazira Khizra. He had returned to the world as a quiet light, spreading peace and love through his teachings and presence. But one night, under the same crescent moon that marked his birth, the call returned — this time, stronger and clearer than ever.
In a vision of pure gold and emerald, he saw the Green Island again, surrounded by divine light and songs from unseen realms. The voice of Imam al-Mahdi came to him in deep tranquility:
"O Ali Akbar, your heart is ready, your light matured. Come now, with your loved ones. A portion of Jazira Khizra is yours — an island of love, light, and abundance. There you shall dwell in peace and purpose. There, a School of Light will rise."
Ali Akbar woke with clarity and joy. He gathered his beloved wife Pino, his wise and gentle mother, his strong-hearted father, and his extended family. With guidance from the crystal ring and whispers from the wind, they journeyed by spiritual path, through veils of reality, until they reached the shores of the hidden sea once more.
The sea shimmered like liquid emerald. A boat of light awaited them, steered by celestial beings. As they approached, the island rose — not just land, but a garden of paradise, blooming with divine fragrance and music.
This island, gifted to Ali Akbar and his family, was named **Jazira Noor** — the Island of Light. Their home was crafted from crystal and earth, both celestial and grounded, a perfect harmony of spirit and soul. Here, time flowed gently, and love was the very air they breathed.
Together, they established the **School of Love and Light**, where seekers from all realms were drawn. Ali Akbar taught the wisdom of compassion, his wife Pino guided in the sacred arts of healing and intuition, and his parents shared ancestral knowledge and sacred traditions.
The school became a beacon across dimensions. Children of many worlds came to learn, not only the ways of spirit, but the path of living in harmony, service, and inner abundance. It was said that every lesson there began with a prayer of love and ended in laughter.
Ali Akbar often reminded his students:
"The light is not something we chase; it is something we awaken. Abundance begins in the heart, and love is the first miracle we must master."
Thus, the family lived in peace and divine purpose, radiating blessings through every breath, ever grateful to the Hidden One who had called them to Jazira Khizra.

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