The night of the fifteenth of Sha'ban

There's this real cute kid, fair skinned with blonde hair, think it's a girl enjoying herself by herself. Looking here and there, changing her position of sitting, playing with her feet, looking up and smiling, standing up, jumping, laughing- like she's at peace with herself and her shifting thoughts. She's sitting on the marble railing opposite the shrine area facing the big courtyard outside, until her mother comes, gives her a hand and helps her down and takes her away. Some of the elders are sleepy but the children full of life, scattered around enjoying themselves.
The haram looks beautiful, as expected and as always. Green and blue lights decorating the minarets. Just like they did at Imam Ali's. The weather is hot. Slightly uncomfortable in the chador for those sitting outside. Not that the haram is too crowded. There are plenty of empty spaces on the carpets inside and outside. It's pleasurably not packed full. People prefer heading to the mosque of Jamkaran tonight for their night worship. That is, afterall, the mosque built on the command on the very Imam, whose birth we celebrate tonight. Who was born on the dawn of the Night of Decree (Lailatul bara'at). The hope of all existence. The sun behind the clouds.
Mir Damad is reciting a dua. It's the one recited specially in Sha'ban. I can't remember it's name. I was inside the haram for the first two and half hours of the night. Then I was sleepy. I thought of crossing over to the "sleeping area" near the drinking water section where women were sleeping and were let to sleep. But then thought against it and decided to walk around the courtyards of the haram. Afterall, it's the night of worship. One who loses this night has indeed lost something great, as said by one of the Imams. And it's not often that you get to just roam about the courtyards at 3 a.m. They're singing a beautiful maddahi now.
The night program at the haram started with Qur'an recitation by a reciter invited from Mashhad. He had such a beautiful voice. I died a little thinking that just a few days later I won't be here. I love Qom. And I don't know how or when I lost my heart to this place. It didn't give me a warning.
It's almost the dawn of the birth anniversary of Aba Saleh, the Imam of the Time, Muhammad Al Mahdi (a.s).
Congratulations.