It began the way so many communities begin — with people gathering wherever they could, and a longing for a place to call their own.
Every Muharram and Ramadhan, and on the nights between, families came together to remember Imam Hussain (AS). The banners were hung and taken down. The pots were carried in and carried out. The chairs were stacked at the end of every night. Twenty years of devotion lived in rooms that were never quite theirs — and through all of it, a quiet resolve grew: one day, the community would build a house for Ahlulbayt (AS) with its own hands.