Anees says that dust naturally yearns for dust, and so he restlessly longs; he is meant for Karbala, and Karbala is meant for him.

Anees touches on the mystical idea that the human body, born of dust, inherently longs to return to the sacred earth of Karbala. It is a deeply tender ache—not just a longing to visit a holy sanctuary, but a feeling of profound, pre-destined kinship between his soul and that sanctified soil. He feels his entire existence was crafted to honor Karbala, just as that hallowed ground waits to receive him.