Can a man even endure to this extent? - Battle of Karbala
An incredible sacrifice for the great cause
Can a man even endure to this extent?
Abbas came out of the tent with thirsty lips, holding up a waterbag in his mighty hands. Rushing harshly towards the river, he made the waterbag filled with water. But the water couldn't wet the dried throats of the agitated angelic children. They kept on waiting for the water to dampen their tongues, looking at the doorway with pretty eyes. The most innocent eyes were of 4 years, Sakina.
On the other side, Sakina's brave uncle was carrying water in his hand. He didn't think to satisfy his own thirst. But all he wanted was the water to moisten the throat of her little angel Sakina. His will looked uncompleted when his hand, grasping the water, got injured. He made a firm grasp to it on his other hand. But the enemies wounded this hand too. And the water, of which Sakina was waiting for, fell and wasted over the land. The daring Abbas couldn't withstand the next onslaught, fell on the ground, breathed his last, and martyred.
It was like a journey of death. Anyone who will embark on it would never return. Can anyone imagine that even so, in this condition, the mujahideen were incredibly enthusiastic? They were excited to reach across there, on the other side riding on their horses. An ordinary joe could only see the death there. But on the other side, there was an honor of martyrdom for mujahedeen. They knew that their horses were riding towards their last journey of death; it's wondering, they were speeding them up.
What if you have beheld a 6-month infant howling with thirst. What if you were his father? It's hard to imagine even. But a father was enduring it all in actuality. He clasped his baby and rushed to the water. He expected that his deadly foes, who were from them, would take a pity at least on this little being and would give him some water.
'O Allah, just be pleased with me.'
He was his God, Allah, for whom that father devoted all of his children. He sacrificed his beloved nephews. Enduring the loss of his heroic brothers, he was also tested by the loss of his trustworthy cousins. The all-tolerant Hussain, himself, aided the martyred bodies of his loved ones. He kept on collecting the dead bodies of his dears until he held the last martyred body of his loyal companion to the place. He endured exceeding hardships with great courage. But didn't compromise with the falsehood and stuck firmly to his intentions.
Every dead body would cause a grieved cry of women in the camps. They girded their men for departure to their final destination with great patience. Hussain came to the women seeking their permission for sacrificing himself too for the cause of Allah and his religion. Those high tolerant ladies were welcoming the dead bodies of their children with dried throats and heavy hearts.
Bibi Zainab, the sister of Hussain (A.S), was a lady with her incredible patience who had gone through every act of misery for the cause of his brother. She was courageous enough to say a final goodbye to his brothers, that great mother who received the dead bodies of her children. The little Sakina had a great devotion to his father, Hussain. How could she allow her father to go despite knowing that he would never return? How would she sleep then without setting her head on his father's chest?
Zeal and zest of those incredible people were veiling their thirst for three days.
It was an unimaginable war of seventy-two thirsty brave men with the twenty-two thousand of Army. But those seventy-two were the followers of truth. They stood steady yet didn't give allegiance to Yazid. It was a war between the noble descendants and the cruel society, a battle between the characters with high heads and people with bowed shoulders. It was the war between the noble descendants, Hussain, with his companions and the authorities of Yazid on the battlefield of Karbala.
He rode his horse, left to fight with great honor. His body got full of wounds. Blood was fountaining out of his body. Even so, the words of truth were still on his lips.
Eventually, he got martyred and left the cruel world with a glorious victory, moved to the world of peace. His terror had prevailed on the head of his foes. Despite getting orders from high commands, no one could dare to behead Hussain. The evil Shemar didn't take pity even for himself that he would have to pay a great for his evil act. Moved ahead and beheaded the man with a victorious face.
His last sajdah before his martyrdom during this fierce battle was a great testimony to his truth.
Bibi Zainab didn't find her niece there in the tent. She rushed outside. The beloved Sakina was found laying down with her head on the martyred chest of his father.
The only man among those heroic warriors who survived was the son of Hussain (R.A), Zain ul Abidin. He couldn't take part in the war due to his illness. He stayed alive because this noble generation was to develop further.
The cruels took all the women captive to Yazid and ignited the camps. Bibi Zainab was guardian to all women. The enthusiastic speech of Zainab at Yazid's hall even made the people with stoned hearts cry.
What did about the innocent Sakina? The noble ladies were there on Yazid's court. Sakina dreamt her father to be with him. She woke up and began to cry, looking everywhere for her father. "Where is my father?" Ladies consoled her but in vain. After a while, she became quiet. The women around her sighed that finally, she would get a little calm of sleep. But the oppressed Sakina had found eternal peace with deep sleep. Ultimately, she would be happy along with her father.
At that time, those monstrous people thought that oppression had won. But at the time to come, it proved the real victory of Hussain. Today even after 1300 years of this incident, thousands of people are named Hussain. Thousands of people come to the sacred tomb of Hussain and his martyrs for calling Fatiha. Muslims spend a whole month doing good deeds in remembrance of their sacrifices. That is how Allah rewards those who bear hardships for him.
The battle of Karbala took place at year 61, 10 Muharam (according to the Islamic calendar) that is October 10, 680 AD. It is merely a tribute to the martyrs of Karbala and their courageous women. A few heart-breaking events are discussed here that they had gone through. Their belief, undoubtedly, had the power to pile up a gigantic mountain. Their great sacrifices could never forget. No one can ever make such a sacrifice.
( The events are based on a true story after considering a lot of research. Few of the things may concern a little imagination.)
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