Humayd son of Muslim describes how he saw a little girl with her dress on fire, her ears bleeding, running from the scene of carnage. He says: I ran after her. I took her by hand. Put out the fire in her dress. I wiped the blood off her ears. She looked at me and said, You seem like a kind person, are you a Muslim? I told her I was. She thought a while and then said, Can you please show me the way to Najaf? I asked, Why do you want to go to Najaf at this hour and in this state? She said, I want to go and complain to my Grandfather Ali son of Abu Talib about how they killed my father. Realizing that she was Hussains daughter Sakina, I took her back to her aunt Zainab (pbuh). As the night descended, Bib Zainab gathered all the ladies and children, into one small space in between the gutted tents. Imam Zainul Abideen (pbuh) lay on the ground surrounded by these widows and orphans. There was no fire, no light. Only the moon cast its dull light.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 07:59:33 +0000
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