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Friday 18 January 2019 - الجمعة 11 جمادى الأولى 1440 - جمعه 28 10 1397
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  • The Betrayal  
  • 1389-09-11 12:41:51  
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  • Pin drop horrifying silence, prevailed all round
    The mosque of Kufa stood on hallowed ground
     
    Treachery it had witnessed time and again
    It was the mosque where Ali had been slain.
     
    The town crier was reading the Governor"s decree
    "To associate with Muslim will not go free
     
    He is an emissary of Prophet"s grandson, Hussein
    Who has refused allegiance to Yazid, with disdain."
     
    When the prayer was over, Muslim looked back
    The mosque was empty, earlier it was packed
     
    He glanced at his host, Hani Ibn Urwah
    No words were needed, only a breath choking, Ah!
     
    The packed mosque had just witnessed jubilant scenes
    So great was the rush to swear allegiance to Muslim
     
    They had madly jostled and vied with each other
    In honoring Muslim, as Husayn"s cousin brother.
     
    They exchanged glances, the picture was clear
    For their own lives they had absolutely no fear
     
    To inform Master Hussein was the sole prime need
    Whom could they trust? No, none, indeed!
     
    Hani rushed out, choked to the brim
    He had in his house, two sons of Muslim
     
    He whisked them out by the back door
    For safety"s sake, there was no other go.
     
    Muhammad and Ibrahim, two innocent lads
    Were anxiously awaiting return of their dad
     
    They were now on the road; alone, all alone!
    The cruel treacherous world was now their home.
     
    Soon was Hani"s house completely surrounded
    The hopes he had nourished were soon grounded
     
    He fought the armed troops of upstart Obeidullah
    The odds were too heavy; he prayed to Allah!
     
    He was soon overpowered and chained
    There was now no hope which remained
     
    His only thought was to inform post haste
    To Husayn, of the events and breach of faith
     
    After Hani"s departure, he reflected a while
    A train of thoughts flowed, mile after mile
     
    Hani was sincere, there was no iota of doubt
    But if in danger, whom could he for help shout.
     
    He thought of his sons, the two young kids
    In the house of Hani, he hoped they were hid
     
    He prayed to God to spare him for a little while
    So that, to Hussein, he could send the secret file.
     
    It was night, he had no place to go
    Tired and forlorn, his walk was slow
     
    Curfew was imposed, no soul stirred out
    The search was on in all possible hideouts.  
     
    He sat for a while and leaned against the door
    The door of a house with an old muddy floor
     
    An old lady came out to see who it was
    "My son! Why do you not return to your house?"
     
    "Do you not have a wife nor children?
    Go and rest, in peace, in your own garden!"
     
    A lump came to his throat: yet, he sadly smiled
    "I come from the house of the Prophet," he replied.
     
    The venerable old lady was in shocking pain
    "My God! You are Muslim, the Emissary of Hussein,
     
    How did I fail to recognize you, O, My Lord!
    What reply will I give to my Most Merciful God?"
     
    She hid him on the old wooden attic floor
    Extinguished the lights and shut the door;
     
    Her son soon returned from his usual rounds
    He was in the army of the Yazidi hounds.
     
    "Hani has been beheaded," he declared,
    "The search is now on for Muslim and his lads."
     
    The simple old lady was moved to tears
    And confided to her son, her own gnawing fears.
     
    The son was elated at the fortunate news
    He pretended sorrow, as a deceitful ruse,
     
    "I will soon be back with the two young lads"
    And rushed to his Master, Obeidullah Ibn Ziad.
     
    The sound of horses hoofs were approaching near
    Muslim was in his prayers; he knew no fear
     
    He immediately realized, he had been betrayed
    His time was up; he would soon be dead!
     
    The noble lady was aghast! How could she explain?
    It was her son who had brought her everlasting shame
     
    Muslim assured Taha that he was absolutely sure,
    She was a lover of Husayn and his grandsire!
     
    The lane was narrow, it had no width
    Two horses abreast could hardly breath
     
    It was an ideal ground for single combat
    Like lion, Muslim ferociously fought.
     
    To the enemy, it soon became abundantly plain
    It was a futile and sure loosing game
     
    From housetops, they hurled missiles and stones
    Seriously wounded, M7uslim left his vantage position.
     
    He desperately moved forward; they all fell back
    So fierce was the charge, they all fled in a pack
     
    To stop him, they thought of a clever ruse
    They dug a trench and had it covered, as subterfuge.  
     
    He rushed on wielding his sword dexterously
    He fell in the trench, as planned treacherously;
     
    The retreating hounds soon swooped down
    In no time, he was heavily chained and bound.
     
    In the streets of Kufa, he was soon paraded
    Those who had sworn him allegiance, were delighted
     
    They were watching him with perfect equanimity
    As if he was an utter stranger; what rascality!
     
    "As per Arab custom, I shall fulfill it
    Your last wish if you shall reveal it."
     
    A glint of hope came to Muslim"s eyes
    Why not accept and make this final try?
     
    Obeidullah, if you are true to your word,
    Fulfill my last wish and inform my lord
     
    To return to Medina, before it is late
    As coming to Kufa, would be a sheer waste.
     
    The crafty Obeidullah was absolutely flabbergasted
    Spare the lives of my two sons, he could have suggested
     
    He could not even imagine, how could a person
    Think of his master, when doomed were his sons.
     
    Muslim"s last wish did not go in vain
    Merciful God kindled the heart of one of them
     
    He left Kufa post-haste to fulfill his mission
    And informed Husayn of Muslim"s martyrdom
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    Hussein wept bitterly, as never before
    Muslim"s daughter realized her father was no more
     
    One pair of earrings, he lovingly gave to her
    And another to Sakina, his child most dear.
     
    "Are you returning back?" the messenger inquired
    "No! I am not," Husayn, very sadly replied
     
    "As ordained, I am going to meet my destiny,
    And so are my faithful friends, who are with me."

     
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