1400 years ago, a man stood alone in a barren desert, distant from his home. He was covered from head to toe in blood, an arrow piercing every single piece of his flesh and surrounded by the shadows of unsheathed swords. Despite being plunged into the depths of despair, having undergone the most severe of all tribulations and having witnessed one heartbreaking moment after another, he did not stop to think of himself; instead, he remembered our ummah (nation). His only hope was that, through sacrificing everything he had, a spark would be lit to light the candle of our faith forever. On that 10th day of Muharram 61AH, in Karbala, that man, Hussain ibn Ali (AS), remembered everyone but for those ten days, no-one remembered him. We serve in his way and strive to spread his remembrance far and wide so that one day, the echo of his last breath will resonate throughout the universe.