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Friday 18 January 2019 - الجمعة 12 جمادى الأولى 1440 - جمعه 28 10 1397

 
 
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  • In the dark desolate dungeon, the caravan halted
    The scorpions and snakes took fright and bolted
    Zaynab and Zainal Abedeen, prostrated themselves in prayer
    Without a word of complaint, without any demur.
    It was dark inside, despite the sun"s bright rays
    The stone walls were damp, crumbling with decay
    Looks of sorrow and despondency, was on each face
    Of joy and laughter, there was not even a trace.
    The faces depicted sufferings, beyond human endurance
    Prayer was the solace, they enjoyed, without hindrance
    A few stale morsels of bread and a little water
    Was their daily ration, in these horrible quarters.
    "Stone walls do not a prison make nor iron bars a cage,"
    Was equally true in that merciless land and cruel age
    Though in shackles, every night their spirits soared high
    To heights sublime, beyond all plains in the heavenly sky.
    Sakina, woke with a shriek, in the dead of the night
    She had seen her father"s heavenly soothing light
    "O" Sakina, you have suffered enough, come with me
    the days of your sufferings are over; O" where is he?"
    It was just a dream, what a disappointment!
    It was not a reality, to her bewilderment
    Her uncontrollable lamentations, gathered a crowd
    The ladies also lost control and wailed aloud.
    Hearing the wails, Yazid sent slaves to inquire
    Pacing up and down, he had not yet retired
    On knowing the cause, his crooked mind strived
    A devilish scheme, he soon mischievously contrived.
    Yazid"s men entered with a covered tray,
    "I do not want food, please take it away
    I want my father; promises he did give
    Without taking me, why did he leave?"
    They removed the cloth; Sakina beheld the face
    Even in death, it was full of heavenly grace
    With a cry, she flung herself on the wooden tray
    Hugging to her heart, she snatched the face away.
    Inconsolably, she bent down over the head
    Putting, her cheeks, against that of her dad
    Within a few moments, her sobbing had stopped
    Her mortal remains, she had quietly dropped.
    "How long will you lie on your father"s head?"
    Zaynab touched her hand; she was shockingly dead
    Sakina had gone with her father, never to return Husayn had kept his promise, as he had always done!

     
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