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  • On Ashoor night, he called his friends
    So pure and noble, each was a rare GEM
    To induce them to leave, with their dear ones
    For his sake, he declared, should suffer none.
    With rolling tears and heads bent down
    Their love for Husayn knew no bound
    Their burning desire, their goal of life
    Was to defend Husayn in this strife.
    "It is my life that Yazid desires
    I permit you, one and all, to retire
    The sufferings, you have so far faced,
    Speaks volumes for your loyalty and faith!"
    To avoid embarrassment, he put out the lights
    For dark was the night, to aid their flight
    When the lights were lit, after quite sometime
    None had moved, even an inch, from the line.
    "You are to us everything; how can we explain?
    Without you, life is nothing!" they exclaimed
    "Not merely we love, venerate, and adore, he put out the lights
    For dark was the night, to aid their flight
    When the lights were lit, after quite sometime
    None had moved, even an inch, from the line.
    "You are to us everything; how can we explain?
    Without you, life is nothing!" they exclaimed
    "Not merely we love, venerate, and adore you,
    Each single act of yours kindles truth and love anew!"
    Habib, Muslim, Buraire and Zuhair Ibn Kain
    Expressed these sentiments, all in one strain
    Such devotion, such ecstasy, the world had not seen
    Even among companions of "Hayder" nor of "Al Amin".
    What brave souls were these followers of Husayn?
    What unique attachments of theirs, he had gained?
    From different walks of life they came
    Their object was, absolutely, one and the same.
    With what simplicity, the noble Jaun exclaimed
    "O, my lord, I am a Negro slave" he maintained
    "Let my blood mingle with the martyrs blood,
    To prove that we too, are of the same mud."
    In the face of trials and tribulations,
    He had only one solace and consolation;
    A band of faithful and fearless human beings
    The like of whom, the world had not seen.
    Habib Ibn Mazahir, was a childhood devoted friend
    He literally followed Husayn, wherever he went
    He veneratingly kissed the ground, Husayn tread
    He was loved by the Prophet and lovingly caressed.
    He was in Kufa, when he heard of Husayn"s plight
    "For Karbala, I shall leave the very same night."
    With encouragement from his wife, a noble lady
    His faithful slave, kept for him all things ready.
    Kufa, was agog with numerous rumors afloat
    Treachery was afoot, for sacrificial goats
    Such was the risk, with spies all round
    Yet he ventured; such was the magnetic bond.
    He reached Karbala on 9th of Muharram night
    Husayn was distributing arms for the fight
    He had kept aside, for him, one set of arms
    "Habib, my dearest friend, is sure to come."
    Wahab, was the son of a noble and virtuous lady
    From Damascus, she was externed, when he was a baby
    For praising Ali, she had incurred Moawiyah"s wrath
    Such was the fate, at that time, of all lovers of God.
    Returning home, with his mother and wife,
    He saw an army poised like a murderer"s knife
    A small group, mostly women, babes and old folks
    Were the victims of these cruel merciless foes.
    He soon learnt, Prophet"s grandson, Husayn Ibn Ali
    Surrounded by Yazid"s hordes, were he and his family
    He rushed to the side of Imam"s small group
    And begged of him, to let him join his troop.
    When Husayn learnt Wahab had married only day before
    He insisted on his leaving with his wife and mother
    With unflinching resolve, imploringly he pleaded,
    Till Husayn gave in and to his joining agreed.
    Muslim Ibn Ausaja, had witnessed rights being trampled
    Bent with age, his love for truth was undampened
    Venerable companion of the Prophet, a most saintly soul
    To fight for truth, was his life"s sole object and goal.
    Physically withered by age, being four score ten,
    His anxiety to help was a heroic gesture to men
    For he had witnessed on countless occasions
    The undying love which the Prophet bore for Husayn.
    Buraire Hamadeni, was a warrior of repute
    His name caused shivers in adversaries boots
    He was itching to display his terrific might,
    To Yazid"s mercenaries in single battle and fights.
    Husayn calmed him down and explained
    To fight them is not at all our aim
    But to defend and die like a martyr
    Was the supreme test of each fighter.
    On the eve, prior to the day of fateful battle,
    Buraire urged his friends to show their mettle
    And guard the Imam against the enemy"s surprise raids
    For crafty was the enemy, unscrupulous, and debased.
    Unbearable it was, the cry of thirsty children for water
    Even savages watered their victims, before slaughter
    Buraire, with his friends, fought their way to the river
    Filled a bag and returned with the precious life giver.
    With what dejection and dismay, he witnessed the sight
    The thirsty children threw themselves in mad delight
    The bag opened, under the weight of the terrible crush
    And out poured the water in a mighty and mad gush.
    Moved to tears, the brave warrior"s eyes welled up
    No water was left, O, merciful heaven, not even a cup!
    The thirst of the children remained unquenched
    Though the earth "in water" was fully drenched.
    Hur Ibn Yazid Riyahi, a strict disciplinarian
    In the army of Yazid, he commanded a battalion
    With thousand soldiers, he blocked Husayn"s path
    Not realizing, that it would lead to a blood bath.
    Hoping that a peaceful solution would be found
    He forced Husayn towards Karbala, as in duty bound
    Little did he realize that his very men
    Would dare spill the blood of Prophet"s
    GEM.

     
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