Majlis 10 Hazrat Ali Asghar
Tonight is the 10th night of Moharram. Tonight is the eve of Ashura. A very tragic night. A very sad night. The last night for the 72 martyrs of Kerbala.The last night for brothers to be with their sisters. The last night for sisters to be with their brothers. The last night for fathers to be with their children. The last night for mothers to be with their children. The last night for little Sakina to be with her beloved uncle Abbas and dearest father Husayn.
Indeed, a night never to be forgotten.
A night to shed more tears. A night to do more matam.
The Night of Ashura on the Land of Kerbala
Mothers are sitting with their children. Umme Laila is with Ali Akber, Umme Farwah is with Qasim, Bibi Zainab is with Auno- Mohammed.What are these mothers of Kerbala telling their beloved children?
They are preparing them for Jehad. They are preparing them to sacrifice their lives. Preparing them to die!
Why? Because they know Husayn is on the right path. The right path to save Islam!
Let us send our salaams to those mothers of Kerbala for sacrificing their most precious for Islam.
Abbas the Alamdar! Like every night, Abbas was guarding the camp.
Where was Husayn?
Husayn had gathered all his friends and companions in his tent.
"My friends, my companions, tonight is the last night. Tomorrow is the day of Ashura. Tomorrow is the day of Shahadat - martyrdom! None of us will be spared by Yazid's soldiers."
Imam Husayn continued:
"My friends, my companions, you have suffered enough. There is still time to save your lives. Escape in the darkness of the night. I will have no objections. I will forgive you. Go, my friends! Go, my companions!"
Imam Husayn blew the candles off. There was total darkness.
Anyone could have escaped without being seen or embarrassed.
After a while, Husayn lit the candles.
How many ran away? One? Two? Five? Ten?
No one! Why did they not run away to save their lives?
Because, my fellow Husayni, they had recognised the truth.
Because they knew Husayn was right.
Because they knew Husayn was on the true path.
Because they knew their sacrifice would save Islam.
Husayn was lucky to be blessed with true friends and best companions, - faithful, truthful and pious!
Our greetings to those 72 martyrs of Kerbala for their great sacrifice for Islam.
Imam Husayn made the biggest sacrifice.
In one day, he sacrificed his brothers, nephews and children on the land of Kerbala.
He remained patient after seeing so many dead in one day.
Did Husayn complain?
NO, NEVER!
On the contrary, after sacrificing his 18 year old son Ali Akber he looked up at the sky and said:
"YA ALLAH, GIVE ME MORE PATIENCE. YA ALLAH, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I CAN GIVE FOR YOUR SAKE?"
Allah's will was Husayn's command. Husayn was prepared and willing to sacrifice his family. He never prayed to Allah to save his family.
Instead he prayed for PATIENCE! PATIENCE! AND MORE PATIENCE!
ALLAH! WHAT A BIG HEART HUSAYN HAD IN KERBALA!
Auno - Mohammed had been killed. Qasim was trodden to pieces. Abbas was lying on the bank of River Furaat. Ali Akber's chest was torn open with a spear.
Is there anymore to sacrifice?
Tonight is the night of Ali Asghar. The little MUJAHEED - the little soldier and the youngest SHAHEED.
Ashura came to the land of Kerbala.
One-by-one, Husayn's friends and companions were martyred.
Auno - Mohammed, Qasim, Abbas and Ali Akber went to the battlefield and were martyred.
By Asr time Husayn was left alone.
The time had come for Husayn to go to the battlefield. Husayn said KHUDA HAFIZ to everyone.
Husayn, with his sword ZULFIKAR on his waist, mounted ZULJANA, his horse.
Husayn rode his horse to a small mount, he then called out loudly:
"IS THERE ANYONE TO HELP ME? IS THERE ANYONE TO HELP THE GRANDSON OF THE HOLY PROPHET?"
With this call, the grandson of the Holy Prophet, was giving one last chance to Yazid's men, the men who called themselves Muslims - the followers of the Holy Prophet.
Hypocrites! That's what Yazid's men were.
No one answered Husayn's last call. But Husayn heard the sound of crying coming from his camp.
Husayn turned around and returned to his tents.
"Zainab, your brother is still alive. Why are you crying?"
"My brother Husayn, when you called out, "IS THERE ANYONE TO HELP ME", Ali Asghar fell from his cradle."
Husayn knew what Ali Asghar was trying to say.
Husayn went to Umme Rubab. Ali Asghar was on her lap.
He was crying and Umme Rubab was trying to comfort him.
Husayn picked up baby Ali Asghar and whispered in his ear. Ali Asghar stopped crying. He looked up at his father and smiled.
"Umme Rubab, I am taking Ali Asghar to the battlefield with me so that I can get some water for him."
What did Husayn whisper in Ali Asghar's ear? What made Ali Asghar stop crying, and to smile? Husayn had whispered:
"My son, Ali Asghar, do you want to come to the battlefield with me? Asghar, do you want to show your strength on the battlefield? Come, let us go, my little Mujaheed, my little soldier, Asghar."
Umme Rubab changed Ali Asghar's clothes.
Imam Husayn carried Ali Asghar to the battlefield. It was very hot. Ali Asghar was thirsty. Husayn covered baby Ali Asghar with his abaa, to protect him from the scorching sun.
Yazid's men saw Husayn approaching with something in his hand.
"Look, Husayn is coming with the Quran. He has no one left to help him. With the help of the Quran he is hoping to win."
Husayn walked to Yazid's soldiers. By moving his abaa he uncovered Ali Asghar.
He held Ali Asghar high with both his hands and said:
"O soldiers of Yazid, you feel I have offended you, but what has this little child done to you? His mother's milk has dried up. He has not had a drop of water for three days. He is dying of thirst. I beg you to give water to this innocent little child."
Not one of Yazid's soldiers brought any water for Ali Asghar.
Once more Imam Husayn begged:
Maybe you think that when you bring water for this child, I will drink it too. I will put this little child on the ground. You can come and give him water yourself."
Husayn placed Ali Asghar on the burning sand of Kerbala.
Ali Asghar lay quietly on the hot sand of Kerbala. His turned his head and stared at Yazid's men.
No water came for Ali Asghar.
Husayn picked up Ali Asghar and said:
"My son Ali Asghar, my darling, you are too young to fight with a sword or a spear. My little Mujaheed, my little soldier, you are a grandson of Ali. Ali Asghar, fight your Jehad with your tongue."
Little Asghar stuck his dry tongue out and moved it over his dry lips looking towards Yazid's men. He fought Jehad with his tongue.
The little soldier shot a strange arrow - his dry tongue.
It hit the hearts of Yazid's soldiers who had children of their own. They became restless. Some started crying.
They spoke amongst themselves:
"Husayn is saying the truth. What has this child done to us? Why is he punished like this? Let us give him some water."
Umar Saad got worried that his soldiers will turn against him.
The little soldier's fight was very effective. Little Ali Asghar was fighting Jehad his way.
Umar Saad ordered his best archer:
"Hurmullah! What are you waiting for? Silence the little child! Don't you know he is a grandson of Ali? Hurry, shoot your arrow, before it is too late."
Hurmullah aimed an arrow at Ali Asghar. A small arrow for a little child? No! An arrow not with one head, not with two heads, but with three sharp heads.
Why? Why an arrow with three heads for such a small child?
My fellow Husayni! You will not be able to stop crying when you hear what happened next.
An arrow with three sharp heads flew across the desert of Kerbala. It was heading for Ali Asghar. Husayn saw the arrow coming. He covered Ali Asghar with his arms.
The arrow reached Husayn.
The arrow went through Husayn's arm and lodged in the tiny neck of Ali Asghar.
Ali Asghar died instantly.
Allaho Akber! Allaho Akber!
Poor Husayn, the poor father, who came to get water for his little child.
Instead of water, Ali Asghar got an arrow in his neck.
What shall Husayn do now? What shall Husayn do now?
Husayn gently pulled the arrow from Ali Asghar's tiny neck.
My fellow Husayni, put your hand on your heart and imagine the scene - a father removing an arrow from his child's neck. What a tragic scene!
Blood gushed out from Ali Asghar's neck.
A voice came from the ground:
"No, Husayn, do not let Ali Asghar's blood fall to the ground, otherwise no crops will ever grow from this earth." Husayn looked up at the sky.
A voice came from the sky:
"No Husayn, do not let the blood gush towards the sky, otherwise, no drop of rain will ever fall from this sky."
What shall Husayn do now? What shall Husayn do now?
The sky is refusing, the earth is not happy to accept Asghar's blood.
Poor Husayn wiped Ali Asghar's blood on his face.
Husayn started walking towards his tents.
He saw Ali Asghar's mother - Umme Rubab - standing by his tent. A mother anxiously waiting for her baby.
Husayn thought:
"How can I face Umme Rubab? What shall I tell her? How can I tell her that her baby has been martyred without water? How? How?"
SEVEN TIMES, Husayn went forward and then turned back,
Saying:
"INNA LILLAHE WA INNA ELAIHE RAJEOON."
He finally reached the tent where Umme Rubab was standing. "Rubab, come and take your Ali Asghar. Rubab, your little soldier has died for the sake of Allah."
Umme Rubab took her little child, Ali Asghar. She hugged him and cried her heart out.
"Come with me Rubab. Enough, Rubab, enough. Let us bury our baby Asghar"
Husayn and Umme Rubab walked to the back of the tents.
Husayn dug a small grave with his sword, the Zulfikar.
Umme Rubab placed Ali Asghar in the small grave.
My fellow Husayni why should we not cry tonight? Why should we not do matam tonight?
Have we ever heard of any other father and mother digging a grave and burying their own child?
Where can Husayn get water to sprinkle on Ali Asghar's grave? There is no water to sprinkle on Ali Asghar's grave.
Husayn sat by the grave crying.
Tears poured on the grave. Ali Asghar's grave was sprinkled with Husayn's tears.
INNA LILLAHE WA INNA ELAIHE RAJEOON!
Majlis 11 IMAM HUSAYN
Today is Ashura dayl Today is the day of the 10th of Moharram.Ashura day is the most tragic day for all Muslims, in particular Shi'as.
THE DAY OF ASHURA ...
The day, when 72 brave and faithful men were martyred ... The day of great sacrifice ... The day Islam was saved from destruction.
THE DAY OF ASHURA ...
The day the Holy Prophet leaves Heaven to join us in mourning, the day Mawla Ali leaves Heaven ... ... The day Bibi Fatemah leaves Heaven, to cry with us, for the 72 martyrs.
THE DAY OF ASHURA ... ... A very sad day ... ... A day full of tragedy.
What shall we recite today? Which tragedy shall we remember today? So much suffering! So many dead! So much sacrifice! So much patience!
Who shall we cry for today? Who shall we do matam for today?
So much to cry for. So much to do matam for.
My friends, if we do not cry today, when else would we cry?
If we do not do matam today, when else would we do matam?
Traditionally, we recite the Shahadat of Imam Husayn today. My fellow Husayni! I have neither the courage nor the heart to recite in detail the Shahadat of Imam Husayn.
Bibi Fatemah is with us. She would like us to recite the last farewell of Husayn from Sakina, Zainab, Kulthoom and the other ladies.
Ashura came to the land of Kerbala.
Ali Akber gave the Adhan. Everyone prayed Fajr Namaaz.
Yazid's men blew the trumpets to start the battle.
The battle began.
One-by-one, Husayn's friends and companions went to the battlefield and gave their lives for Islam.
By Zuhr time, all the friends and companions were martyred.
Auno - Mohammed, Bibi Zainab's young sons, went to the baftlefield and were martyred.
Qasim, Bibi Farwah’s only son, went to the battlefield and was martyred and trampled by the horses.
Abbas could not bear the sad cries of "AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH!", from his beloved niece, Sakina. He went to get water and did not return. His arms were severed.
Ali Akber, the 18 year old youth, went to the battlefield and was martyred with a dreadful wound in his chest.
Since dawn, Imam Husayn had carried 72 bodies to the camp.
Husayn was thirsty, tired, heartbroken ... ... but he kept on!
Patience was his prayer. And sacrifice to save Islam was his goal.
All Husayn was worried about was saving Islam.
By Asr time, Husayn was left with his baby Ali Asghar and his son, Sayyid-e-Sajjad - Imam Zainul Abideen who was ill.
Ali Asghar was very thirsty. Husayn took his baby son to get some water.
Ali Asghar, the young soldier, did not get any water. Instead he got an arrow in his neck.
Imam Husayn and Bibi Rubab dug a grave themselves and buried Ali Asghar.
Our poor Imam inflicted with so much suffering in just one day!
So many dead in one day!
Husayn is all alone, thirsty, tired and heartbroken. he stood in the centre of the camp and cried out:
"My salaam to you, O Zainab, O Umme Kulthoom! My salaam to you O Ruqayya! O Kubra! O Sakina! My salaam to you O Rubab! O Laila! O Umme Farwah! O Amma Fizza! ... KHUDA HAFIZ! KHUDA HAFIZ!"
All the ladies gathered around Husayn. They all cried and cried as they said their last farewell to Husayn.
"Zainab ... Take me to my son, Zainul Abideen. Zainab, let me say khuda hafiz to my son, Sayyid-e-Sajjad."
Husayn and Zainab went to Imam Zainul Abideen's tent.
Sayyid-e-Sajjad was lying unconscious on his bed. Bibi Zainab shook his shoulder and said:
"Son, Sajjad! Your father has come to see you.
Sayyid-e-Sajjad opened his eyes. He saw his father, who was wearing white clothes, marked with blood spots everywhere. "My son Sajjad! I have come to say khuda hafiz. I am going to the battlefield."
"Why you Baba? Where is Habib lbne Mazaahir?"
"QUTIL, my son! Habib has been killed, my son."
"Baba! Baba! AINNA AAINA, ABBAS? Baba, where is uncle Abbas?"
"QUTIL, my son, QUTIL. Abbas has been killed, my son."
"Baba ..., AINNA AINNA ALI AKBER? Where is Ali Akber?"
"QAD QUTIL Ali Akber has been killed, son Sajjad."
Tears poured from Husayn's and Zainab's eyes, as Sayyid-e-Sajjad enquired about Ali Akber.
"Son Sajjad! Don't ask me about anyone else! My son, everyone is dead, except for you and me"
Sayyid-e-Sajjad tried to get up from his bed. He said:
"Auntie! Auntie Zainab! Give me my sword. I will go to the battlefield. I will save my father's life."
"NO, son Sajjad, no! You are too sick for Jehad. Son Sajjad, your Jehad is still to come."
Imam Husayn continued ... ...
"Son Sajjad, you will have a lot of work to do after my death. You will face lots of hardship and suffering, my son. Sajjad! Stay on the true path. Son Sajjad, do not be afraid to fight for truth and justice. Sajjad ... ... Just be patient! Son Sajjad, maintain your patience at all times. Son, Allah is with people who remain patient. Patience, my son, patience."
Imam Husayn continued:
"My son Sajjad, convey my salaam to all my friends, my Shi'as, when you reach Medina. Son Sajjad, do tell them Husayn died for truth and justice. Lastly, my son, tell my Shi'as to remember me whenever they drink water, KHUDA HAFIZ, MY SON, KHUDA HAFIZ."
Imam Husayn and Bibi Zainab left the tent.
"Sister Zainabl My last will to you. Zainab, I am leaving you in charge of this caravan. Sister Zainab, take care of Sayyid-eSajjad. My sister, Zainab, I am leaving Imamat under your protection. Zainab ... ..., O my sister Zainab! Look after my little Sakina. She will cry a lot after my death."
Tears flowed from Husayn's eyes as he spoke about Sakina.
"Sister Zainab, be patient. Patience, my sister, patience. My sister Zainab! KHUDA HAFIZ!"
Imam Husayn walked to his horse. Husayn had helped everyone to mount their horses, but now ... ... Husayn is alone. There is no-one to help him mount his horse.
Bibi Zainab saw her brother struggling to get on the horse.
"Brother Husayn, bring your horse nearer my tent. My brother, let me help you."
Bibi Zainab held the reins as Husayn mounted his horse, ZULJANA.
Zuljana moved a few steps and stopped. Husayn gently stroked the horse's neck and said:
"My faithful horse, I know you are thirsty. I know you are tired.
You have been helping me carry the bodies from the battlefield since dawn.
My faithful horse, for the last time, take me to the battlefield. I will not bother you after that. Please Zuljana, let us go.
With tears in his eyes, the horse turned his neck and looked down at his legs.
What did Husayn see?
My friends, you will not be able to stop the tears flowing from your eyes.
Husayn saw his beloved daughter Sakina clinging to the horse's legs. Sakina - only four years old. Sakina - the answer to Husayn's prayers for a daughter - Sakina who loved Husayn like Bibi Fatemah loved Husayn.
Sakina, the delight of Husayn's heart.
Little Sakina was crying and saying:
"O horse! Do not take my father away. No, horse, no. You will not bring my father back. Since dawn, everyone who has gone to the battlefield has not come back. Please, horse, do not take my father away. I will not be able to live without my father. Please, horse, please."
What a tragic scene. This is when Bibi Fatemah cries most. She knows how Husayn felt. Husayn loved Sakina very much.
Husayn got off his horse.
"My darling Sakina. Do not cry my love! Did you not give me permission to go? Sakina ... ... go, my darling, go. Go and recite duas with your auntie and mother. Your grandmother is waiting for me.
"Father, I am so used to sleeping on your chest every night. Tell me, father, how will I go to sleep without you. Father, one last request! Please let me lie down one more time on your chest, father."
Husayn laid down on the sands of Kerbala. Little Sakina put her head on her fathers chest.
After a few seconds, Sakina got up and said:
"Go, father, go. Khuda Hafiz, father."
Husayn mounted his horse and headed for the battlefield. Thirsty, tired, wounded and heartbroken ... ... ...
Husayn was not a coward. He was brave and strong. Husayn was the son of Ali.
Husayn fought the battle with his greatest might.
One-by-one, Husayn killed the best warriors of Yazid.
The enemy were pushed back by the mighty Husayn.
Our great Imam fought like a lion. He was the best.
No-one dared come near our Imam.
Imam Husayn reached the banks of River Furaat. He saw Abbas lying there.
"Abbas! My brother, Abbas! Did you see me fight? Abbas, did you see my Jehad? My brother, Abbas, I wish you were with me. We would have fought the battle together, Abbas."
At that moment, Angel Jibrael appeared in the sky and said:
"O Husayn! Allah is very pleased with your bravery. Husayn! The time has come to put your sword down. Enough, Husayn, enough. Come to us, Husayn, we are waiting for you."
Husayn heard Allah's command. He put his sword down.
The enemies saw Husayn put his sword down. They attacked our Imam from all sides.
Arrows were shot at Husayn. Husayn was attacked with swords.
People who did not have arrows or swords, threw stones at Husayn.
Allaho Akber! Our poor Imam ... ... With a thousand wounds ... Bleeding ... Blood gushing out of the wounds.
Husayn could not stay on his horse. He fell from his horse.
My fellow Husayni! Our Imam is covered with arrows.
Imagine his fall on the land of Kerbala!
He falls but his body does not touch the ground.
Husayn's body rests on the arrow blades.
Enough! Enough! Enough!
A black slave from Yazid's camp comes to Husayn.
He has a dagger in his hand. He wants to cut off Imam Husayn's head from his Holy body. Imam Husayn looked at the slave and said:
"My friend, you look so much like Bilal, the Holy Prophet's companion. Have you prayed the Zohr Namaaz?"
The black slave threw away the dagger and ran off screaming:
"What am I doing? How can I cut off this man's head? Such a pious man He is dying but still remembers to remind me of Namaaz.
Shimr, the most evil of Yazid's men, walked to Imam Husayn. He had a big dagger in his hand. Imam made a request to him.' "O Shimr, I know your intention. I beg of you to give me a little time to do two sajdah."
Husayn did the first sajdah on the MUSALLAH OF ARROWS:
"O ALLAH! ALL PRAISE IS TO YOU AND YOU ALONE!"
Husayn lifted his head and went down to perform his second sajdah.
Shimr did not let Imam Husayn lift his head from this last sajdah.
The earth trembled. The sky turned black.
Jibrael cried out:
"HUSAYN HAS BEEN KILLED IN KERBALA! HUSAYN HAS BEEN KILLED IN KERBALA!"
Bibi Zainab saw her brother's head on a lance, She cried out:
'INNA LILLAHE WA INNA ELAIHE RAJEOON."
YA HUSAYN! YA HUSAYN! YA HUSAYN!
Majlis 12 Shaam-e-Ghariban
INNA LILLAHEWA INNA ELAIHE RAJEOON!KERBALA! KERBALA! KERBALA!
In one day 72 men dead! Companions of Husayn lay dead!
Auno - Mohammed are dead. Qasim is dead. Abbas is dead.
Ali Akber is dead. Ali Asghar is dead. Husayn is dead.
Lying on the sands of Kerbala are 72 dead men. Their heads severed from their bodies. No ghusl! No kafan! No burial!
Lying on the sands of Kerbala are 72 dead men! Their bodies trampled by Yazid's horses.
The sun was setting in the horizon. River Furaat flowed turbulently breaking its bank.
Another night fell on the land of Kerbala. The night of SHAAM-E-GHARIBA. What a lonely night? What a tragic and sad night? No fire! No light! Night of darkness!
The air was filled with sounds of ladies and children crying.
Widows crying for their husbands. Sisters crying for their brothers. Mothers crying for their children. Little orphans crying for their fathers.
Bibi Zainab is not crying. No tears were flowing from her eyes.
Husayn is not there to comfort the mothers and orphans but Bibi Zainab is there. She is comforting the mothers and the little orphans.
Abbas or Ali Akber are not there to guard the tents but Bibi Zainab is there. She is guarding the tents.
Enough! Surely Yazid’s beastly men would leave the ladies and children to mourn their dead ones in peace.
But no, they did not ... ...
They came to the tents. They looted all the belongings of the Holy ladies. They even snatched away the ladies' hijab. Fatemah’s daughters were left bare-headed.
Shimr, the most evil of Yazid's men, came too. Sakina was crying for her father. Instead of comforting words, Shimr slapped Sakina's face and pulled off earrings from her ears. Blood poured from little Sakina's ears.
Surely they would stop now. But they did not.
One-by-one they set fire to the tents. The helpless ladies and children ran from one tent to another
Little Sakina ran from one tent to another. Her dress was on fire, Her ears were bleeding. All Sakina wanted was her dear father.
She ran to the battlefield screaming:
"Father, where are you? Father, father ... ..., speak to me father."
The seventh tent, which was the last was set on fire. Our 4th Imam, Imam Zainul Abideen was lying unconscious in the bed. Zainab got worried. She had to save the Imam of the time, our 4th Imam. So she rushed to the tent and rescued Imam Zainul Abideen to safety.
All the tents were burned down. The Holy ladies and children were left homeless.
Tonight is the night of SHAAM-E-GHARIBA. The night of the homeless.
The children were frightened so they ran away to escape the fire, the restless horses and the beatings.
Bibi Zainab and Umme Kulthoom went in search of the children. They found some dead, trampled by the horses or burnt by the fire.
Zainab and Umme Kulthoom gathered the ladies and children together in a small space, where our 4th Imam was lying.
Sakina could not be found. Umme Kulthoom stood guard, while Zainab rushed to the battlefield screaming:
"Sakina! Darling Sakina! Where are you? Sakina! Sakina!"
Whilst searching, Bibi Zainab reached the area where Husayn's body was lying.
There with her head buried in Husayn's chest, lay Sakina deep in sleep! Bibi Zainab gently picked up Sakina and took her back to her mother.
Bibi Zainab settled all the ladies and children. She then stood on guard with a broken spear in her hand.
Bibi Rubab kept waking up. Zainab said to her:
"Rubab! Do not worry. Rest peacefully as the daughter of Ali is on guard. You have nothing to fear, Rubab!"
"Zainab, I am not worried but I keep hearing my baby crying. I hear my dearest Ali Asghar crying."
Poor Rubab. Poor mother. She was spending the first night without Ali Asghar, her baby. How can she sleep comfortably when Ali Asghar, her baby was lying alone under the sands of Kerbala? Bibi Rubab did not stop crying for her baby.
Late that night, Zainab had a vision. She saw a man on a horse, riding towards her. She cried out:
"O man on the horse! Please do not come any nearer! I have just managed to get the children to sleep. We have nothing left. Please go away!"
The rider continued riding towards her. Zainab got very angry. She lifted the broken spear and warned the rider:
"Stop! Stop, just there! Do not come any nearer! I am the daughter of Ali! I am warning you to stop just there!"
The man on the horse continued to ride towards her. He spoke to Zainab:
"Daughter Zainab! Do you not recognise your father, Ali?"
Zainab rushed to her father. She threw herself to her father's feet and said:
"Baba! I am glad you have come. But you are very late."
She continued:
"Baba! Where were you when Ali Akber was being killed?
Baba! Where were you when Abbas was being killed?
Baba! Where were you when Husayn was being killed?
Baba! Where were you when our tents were burned down?
Baba! Baba! Where were you when our hijab was taken?
Baba! Where were you? Where were you? Baba!"
"Zainab, my daughter Zainab, you are very tired! I have come to guard your tents. My daughter, Zainab, you have a lot to do tomorrow. Zainab, you will have many sleepless nights. Tonight, my daughter Zainab you rest. I will guard the tents. Go to sleep my daughter, Zainab."
YA HUSAYN! YA HUSAYN! YA HUSAYN!
