Ibn Kathir's comments on Yazeed
Yet Ibn Kathir himself writes in Bidayah: "Traditions inform us that Yazeed loved worldly vices, would drink, listen to kept the company of boys with no facial hair [civil expression for paedophilia boys, a form of homosexuality], played drums, kept dogs [civil expression for bestiality], not a day would go by when he was not in a drunken state".
Ibn Atheer's comments on Yazeed
In Tareekh al Kamil Volume 3 page 450 Ibn Atheer narrates from Munzir bin Zabeer: "Verily Yazeed rewarded me with 100,000 dirhams but this cannot stop me from highlighting his state, By Allah he is a drunkard…"
Ibn Atheer's comments on Yazeed
In "Siyar A'lam Al-Nubala" Volume 4 pages 37-38, Dhahabi narrates: "Ziyad Hurshee narrates 'Yazeed gave me alcohol to drink, I had never drunk alcohol like that before and I enquired where he had obtained its ingredients'. Yazeed replied 'it is made of sweet pomegranate, honey from Isfahan, sugar from Hawaz and grapes from Burdah…Yazeed indulged in alcohol and would participate in actions that opposed the dictates set by Allah (swt)".
Ibn Jauzi's comments on Yazeed 'the drunkard'
Ibn Jauzi in Wafa al-Wafa: "Yazeed appointed his cousin Uthman bin Muhammad bin Abu Sufyan as Governor of Madina. He sent a delegation to visit Yazeed who bore gifts so that they might take the oath of allegiance to him. Upon their return they said 'We have returned having visited a man who has no religion, he drinks, plays instruments, keeps the company of singers and dogs [civil word for bestiality], we declare that we have broken our allegiance to him. Abdullah bin Abi Umro bin Hafs Mukhzumee commented 'Yazeed gave me gifts. But the reality is this man is an enemy of Allah (swt) and a drunkard. I shall separate myself from him in the same way that I remove my turban [from my head]…."
Ibn Hajr's comments on Yazeed
In Sawaiqh al Muhriqa: "One group have deemed Yazeed to be a kaafir, another has stated he was a Muslim but a fasiq (transgressor), a fajir (one that commits debauchery) and a drunkard. There is consensus over his fisq (transgression). One party of Ulema have stated that you can curse him by name, this includes individuals such as Ibn Jauzi and Ahmad. One group made up of individuals such as Ibn Jauzi deem Yazeed a kaafir, others say he was not a kaafir but rather this is a matter that has caused a difference of opinion.
The majority of Ahl'ul Sunnah all agree that he was a fasiq (transgressor), a fajir (one that commits debauchery) and a drunkard. Waqidi had recorded a narration 'Verily we opposed Yazeed fearing Allah (swt) would reign stones down on us, Yazeed considered nikah (marriage) with mothers and sisters to be permissible and drank alcohol".
"Dhahabi narrates that when Abdullah bin Kuzai returned from Damascus he stated that Yazeed performs zina with his mother, sister and daughters. We had better start a movement to oppose Yazeed otherwise stones may reign down on us"
This is one reason why Ibn Hajar al Makki calls Yazeed one of the most debased men in history.
A Sahaba's testimony that Yazeed was an incestuous drunkard
In Isaba we read: "The Sahaba Maqil stated that 'Yazeed drank alcohol, committed zina with his mahram relatives, infact he performed every type of bad action"
Al Muhaddith Shah Abdul Aziz's comments on Yazeed
In Sirush Shahadhathayn, Shah Abdul Aziz states: "Imam Husayn did not give bayya to Yazeed because he was a drunkard, a fasiq and Dhaalim".
Ibn Taymeeya's condemnation of unjust Yazeed
Ibn Taymeeya in Minhajj: "Yazeed had the sword and hence he had the power to deal with anyone that opposed him. He had the power to reward his subjects with the contents of the treasury, and could also withhold their rights. He had the power to punish criminals; it is in this context that we can understand that he was the khalifah and king. Issues such as Yazeed's piety or lack of it, or his honesty or lack of it, is another matter. In all of his actions Yazeed was not just, there is no dispute amongst the people of Islam on this matter".
Yazeed's rule was dogged by alcoholism and transgression
We read in Muruj al Dhahab: "Due to his hatred of Allah (swt) Yazeed openly drank alcohol. In his deeds he followed the Seerah of Pharoah, but Pharoah was more just to his own subjects."
Ibn Khaldun states: "Yazeed's time of governance can be seen as fisq and debauchery, and the blame is on Mu'awiya who should have controlled him".
We read in Tareekh Kamil: "The narrator states 'By Allah, Yazeed drinks alcohol and abandons Salat"
We read in Tareekh Abul Fida: "Yazeed played the tambourine, drank alcohol and raised bears [civil expression for bestiality]".
Hayaath al Haywaan states: "Yazeed would hunt with cheetas, play chess and drink alcohol".
People opposed Yazeed due to his atrocious deeds
We read in Tareekh Khamees: "The people of Medina broke the bayya to Yazeed on account of his bad acts, he used to drink alcohol"
Qadi Thanaullah's comments on Yazeed's kufr poetry
We read in Tafseer Mazhari: "Yazeed deemed drinking alcohol to be Halaal, and he recited these couplets 'if the Deen of Ahmad deems alcohol to be haraam…"
Any narrations by Yazeed are to be rejected
In Ahsan aur Meezan: "Yazeed was a fasiq, faajir, we cannot rely on his narrations"
Yazeed was such a fasiq that not a single hadith of his can be accepted, when this is the case then his khilafat cannot be accepted either.
Shariat Mukhammad Majid 'Ali Shakir stated in Badh Shariat:
"Some say 'Why should we discuss such a thing since he [Yazeed] was a King and he [Husayn] was also a King' - one who makes such comments {refusing to hold opinion on Yazeed and Husayn (as)] is accursed, a Kharijee, Nasibi and hell bound. The dispute is over whether he [Yazeed] was a kaafir. The madhab of Abu Hanifa stipulates that he was a fasiq and fajir, nor was he a kaafir nor a Muslim".
Yazeed's attack on Harra
We read in 'au khanar al masalik' that Shaykh al hadith Muhammad Zakaria stated:
"The army that Yazeed had sent to Medina comprised of 60,000 horsemen and 15,000 foot soldiers. For three days they shed blood freely, 1000 women were raped and 700 named Quraysh and Ansar were killed. Ten thousand women and children were made slaves. Muslim bin Uqba forced people to give bayya to Yazeed in such a manner that people were enslaved and Yazeed could sell them as he pleased, no
Sahaba who were [with the Prophet (saws)] at Hudaibiya were spared".
Ibn Katheer in al Bidayah Volume 8 page 222 stated: "Muslim was ordered to ransack Medina for three days. Yazeed committed a major sin. Sahaba and their children were slaughtered openly; other heinous acts were also perpetuated. We have already mentioned that he had Ibn Ziyad kill the grandson of Rasulullah (s) Husayn and his companions. In those three days in Madina, it is difficult to mention the type of acts that were carried out. By doing this act Yazeed wanted to secure his governance, in the same way Allah (swt) broke the neck of every Pharoah, the true King (swt) also broke the neck of Yazeed".
One who attacks Medina is cursed
We read in al Bidaya Volume 8 page 223
"Rasulullah (s) said whoever perpetuated injustice and frightened the residents of Medina, the curse (la'nat) of Allah (swt), His Angels and all people is on such a person"
Yazeed used to copulate with his mother and sisters
We read in Tabaqat: "Abdullah bin Hanzala the Sahaba stated 'By Allah we opposed Yazeed at the point when we feared that stones would reign down on us from the skies. He was a fasiq who copulated with his mother, sister and daughters, who drank alcohol and did not offer Salat"
Other sources:
1. Tabaqath al Kabeera Volume 5 page 66 Dhikr Abdullah bin Hanzala and Volume 4 page 283
2. Tareekh ul Khulafa page 209 Dhikr Yazeed
3. Sawqih al Muhriqa page 132 Dhikr Yazeed
4. Mustadrak al Hakim Volume page 522
5. Al Isaba Volume 3 page 469
6. Ya Nabi al Mawaddath page 326
7. Tareekh Ibn Asakir Volume 7 page 275
8. Fatawi Abdul Hai page 79
9. Tareekh al Islam Volume 2 page 356
10. Al Masalaik Sharh Muwatta Imam Malik page 435
Yazeeds rejection of the Qur'an
Citing Tadhkira, Maqathil and Shazarath al Dhabah.
This is also found in the Arabic (non-Leiden) version of the History of Al-Tabari:
When the head of Husayn (a.s.), the grandson of the Holy prophet (saws), was presented before Yazeed he recited the couplets of the kaafir Zubayri: "Banu Hashim staged a play for Kingdom there was no news from the skies nether was there any revelation"
In Tafseer Ruh al Maani it is stated clearly:
"Allamah Alusi stated, Yazeed the impure denied the Prophethood of Rasulullah (s). The treatment that he meted out to the people of Makka, Medina and the family of the Prophet proves that he was a kaafir".
Point references:
1. Al Bidayah wa al Nihayah Volume 8 page 204 Dhikr Ras al Husayn
2. Minhajj al Sunnah Volume 2 page 249 Dkikr Yazeed
3. Sharh Foqh Akbar page 73 Dhikr Yazeed
4. Sharh Tafseer Mazhari Volume 5 page 21 Surah Ibrahim
5. Shazrah al Dhahab page 69 Dhikr Shahadth Husayn
6. Maqatahil Husayn Volume 2 page 58 Dhikr Shahdath Husayn
7. Tadhkira Khawwas page 148
8. Tareekh Tabari Volume 11 pages 21-23 Dhikr 284 Hijri
9. Tafseer Ruh al Ma'ani (commentary of Surah Muhammad)
Ibn Kathir in al Bidaya wa al Nihaya Volume 8 page 231 narrates this hadith on the authority of
Abu Ubaydah: "My Ummah shall be ruled with justice, until the first individual that shall destroy it, he shall from the Banu Ummaya, his name will be Yazeed".
We read in Izalath ul Khifa:
"The khalifah should be a man and should be adil. By 'just' we mean he should refrain from major sins and should not repeat minor sins. He should also be a mujtahid".
We read in Sharh Muqassad:
"The Imam over the Ummah should possess these merits - have sense, be Muslim, be just, free, a man, a mujtahid, and brave"
We read in Sharh Muwaffaq
"It is incumbent on the imam / Khalifah to be adil, he should not be zaalim, since a fasiq deems the treasury to be his personal wealth, and will waste money".
1. Izalathul Khifa page 20 Dhikr Sharth Imamate
2. Sharh Muwaffaq page 731 Muqassad Saneeh
3. Sharh Muqassad Volume 2 page 271 Fadail Imama
4. Al Ahkam al Sultaneeya page 8 by Al Mawardi
5. Ahkam al Sultaneeya page 9 by Qadi Abu Yala
6. Taufa Ithna Ashari page 178 Bab 7 Imamate aqeedah
We read in al Bidaya that Uqbah bin Subhan narrates: "I accompanied Husayn from Makka until the time that he was killed. I heard all of his speeches and at no point did he state 'Take me to Yazeed so that I can give him bayya"
Allamah Shibli in his book Zeyneb page 156 are also worthy of note: "Husayn said 'I am from the Ahl'ul bayt of the Prophet. Yazeed is not worthy of receiving my bayya'"
1. Tareekh Kamil Volume 4 page 48 Imam Husayn
2. Al Bidayah Volume 8 page 175
3. Tareekh Tabari page 314
4. Tadkhira Khawwas page 141
Yazeed's own admission that he killed the family of the Prophet (sawas)
We read in Sharh Fiqh Akbar: "Following the murder of Husayn, Yazeed said 'I avenged the killing of my kaafir relatives in Badr through killing the family of the Prophet".
The testimony of Shah Abdul Aziz that Yazeed killed Imam Hussain [a.s.]
We read in Taufa
"Upon the orders of Yazeed the disgraceful people from Syria and Iraq killed Imam Husayn".
Yazeed ordered his Governor Waleed kill Imam Hussain (a.s.)
We read in Maqathil Husayn: "Yazeed wrote a letter to Waleed the Governor of Medina, in which he stated 'Force Husayn to give bayya. Should he refuse then strike off his head and return it to me.'
Yazeed wrote to Ibn Ziyad telling him to kill Imam Hussain (a.s.)
We read in Mutaalib al Saul that: "Ibn Ziyad wrote to Husayn 'I have received information that you have arrived in Kerbala, and Yazeed has told me not to kill you, provided you accept his authority and mine.'"
Ibn Ziyad's own admission that he killed Imam Husayn on the orders of Yazeed
We read in al Bidayah: "When Yazeed wrote to Ibn Ziyad ordering him to fight Ibn Zubayr in Makka, he said 'I can't obey this fasiq. I killed the grandson of Rasulullah (sawas) upon his orders, I'm not now going to assault the Kaaba'.
Testimony of Ibn Abbas that Yazeed killed Imam Hussain (a.s.)
We read in Tareekh Kamil: Ibn Abbas replied to a letter of Yazeed stating 'You killed Husayn ibn 'Ali as well as the youth from Banu Abdul Muttalib, who were beacons of guidance."
Point 24 The testimony of Abdullah Ibn Umar that Yazeed killed Imam Hussain (a.s.)
We read in Maqathil al Husayn: "Ibn Umar wrote to Yazeed, 'Hasn't your heart gone black yet? You murdered the family of the Prophet?'
The testimony of Shah Abdul Haqq that Yazeed killed Imam Hussain (a.s.)
We read in Ashiath al Lamaath: "It is unusual that some say Yazeed did not kill Husayn when he instructed Ibn Ziyad to carry out the killing".
Yazeed's pride at killing Imam Hussain (a.s.)
We read in al Bidayah Volume 8 page 204: "Ibn Asakir, writing on Yazeed, states then when Husayn's head was brought before Yazeed, he recited the couplets of Ibn Zubayri the kaafir 'I wish my ancestors of Badr were hear to see the severed head of the rebellious tribe (The Prophet (saws's tribe of Hashim)."
Al Hafidh Jalaladun Suyuti (ra) records this tradition in Khasais al Kubra, on the authority of Sahaba Uns bin Harith: "I heard Rasulullah (sawas) say 'Verily my son (Husayn) will be killed in a land called Kerbala, whoever amongst you is alive at that time must go and help him".
Khasais al Kubra Volume 2 page 125 (Maktaba Nurree Rizvi Publishers, Pakistan)
Yazeeds own words noted in Sharh Fiqh Akbar:
"Following the murder of Husayn, Yazeed said, “I avenged the killing of my kaafir relatives in Badr through killing the family of the Prophet.”
Allamah Taftazani said Yazeed was worthy of more than just cursing
We read in Sharh Muqassad: "The harms that were inflicted on the Ahl'ul bayt after the Sahaba are acts that cannot be covered up. These acts were so heinous that they cannot be hidden - all including animals testify to their suffering. Their pain was such that the earth and skies shed tears and beat themselves when their suffering is retold - and retelling this shall continue until the Day of Judgement. May Allah's curse be upon those that perpetuated injustices, and those that helped them (to carry out these acts). The curse on these individuals shall be even greater in the next world. If some Ulema are opposed to cursing, then it should be known that Yazeed deserves more than just cursing".
The Fatwa of Allamah Baghdadi - Yazeed denied the Prophethood, to curse him is an act of Ibadath
We read in Tafseer Ruh al Ma'ani page 72 commentary of Surah Muhammad: "The wicked Yazeed failed to testify to the Prophethood of Hadhrath Muhammad (sawas). He also perpetrated acts against the residents of Makka, Medina and the family of the Prophet (sawas). He indulged in these acts against them during their lives and after their deaths. These acts are so conclusively proven that had he placed the Qur'an in his hands it would have testified to his kuffar. His being a fasiq and fajir did not go unnoticed by the Ulema of Islam, but the Salaf had no choice but to remain silent as they were living under threat."
The Fatwas of Qadhi Abu Ya'ala and Abu Husayn deeming it permissible to curse Yazeed
Ibn Katheer in al Bidaya stated: "Whoever frightens Medina incurs the wrath of Allah, His Angels and all the people - and some Ulema have deemed it permissible to curse Yazeed. This includes individuals such as Ahmad ibn Hanbal, Allamah Hilalee, Abu Bakr Abdul Aziz, Qadhi Abu Ya'ala and his son Qadhi Abu Husayn. Ibn Jauzi wrote a book deeming it permissible to curse Yazeed".
Al Suyuti personally cursed Yazeed
In Tareekh ul Khulafa page 207, Dhikr Shahadath Husayn we read as follows: "May Allah's curse be upon the killers of Husayn and Ibn Ziyad".
Qadhi Thanaullah Panee Pathee deemed it permissible to curse the kaafir Yazeed
We read in Tafseer Mazhari Volume 5 page 21, under the commentary of Surah Ibrahim verse 28 as follows:
"The Banu Umayya were initially kaafir, then some of them presented themselves as Muslim. Yazeed then became a kaafir. The Banu Umayya maintained their enmity towards the family of the Prophet (sawas), and killed Husayn in a cruel manner. The kaafir Yazeed committed kufr in relation to the Deen of Muhammad (sawas) proven by the fact that at the time of the killing of Husayn he made a pointed reference to avenging the deaths of his kaafir ancestors slain in Badr. He acted against the family of Muhammad (sawas), Banu Hashim and in his drunken state he praised the Banu Umayya and cursed the Banu Hashim from the pulpit".
Allamah Alusi set out the viewpoint of the Shaafi Ulema on this topic as follows:
Haseeya Nabraas page 551
"Amongst the Shaafi's we are in agreement that it is permissible to curse Yazeed"
Dreadful Crimes of Yazid Ibne Muawiyya
The First Dreadful Crime: Killing Abu Abdillah Al-Husain .
Yazid son of Muawiya with that inhuman and wicked qualities in his first year of his rule martyred the “Leader of the Youth of the Paradise” Abu Abdullah al-Husain (A.S.) and his family and companions in that tragic state.
The Second Dreadful Crime: Killing and raping thousands of Residents of Madina and desecrating Masjid Nabavi
In his second year of his rule he created the deplorable incident of “Harrah” which blackened the pages of history. The people of Madinah after the martyrdom of Imam Husain (A.S.) came to know the evils of Yazid and refused to obey him and threw out the agents of Yazid from Madinah.
Yazid on previous advice of his father Muawiya, sent a heartless and bloody old man Muslim ibn Aqbah with a strong army towards the holy tomb of Prophet of Islam (S.A.W.) at Madinah. The army of Yazid in that holy city committed such heinous crimes that the pen is ashamed to describe it.
The army of Yazid confronted the people of Madinah within a mile from Madinah, at a place called “Harrah” in the command of Abdullah ibn Hanzala. A fierce battle took place. The people of Madinah who could not defend themselves took refuge in the tomb sanctuary of Holy Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W.). The Syrian Yazidi army entered Madinah. They broke the sanctity of that holy place and shed the blood of the people so much so that the holy mosque (Masjid Nabawi) was filled with blood which even reached Holy Prophet’s grave.
Their horses desecrated the Masjid by passing urine and dung. Among the persons who killed were seven hundred people who were famous for piety and nobility. Others who were massacred consisted of ten thousand innocent men, women and children.
The Syrian Yazidi commander left free the army to loot and rape. The shameless Syrian Yazidi army began the plunder and rape. Thousands of girls and women got pregnant those newborns later called “The Children of Harrah”. It is narrated that Yazidi army even committed rape in Masjid un-Nabawi.
A Sample Yazid’s Cruelty to the People of Madinah
Ibn Qutaibah in his book “Al-Imamah va Siyasah” described:
“One of the army man entered a woman’s house who had recently delivered a baby. Her new born baby was sucking milk in the lap of her mother. The man told that lady: Have you got money? She said: I swear God, the Syrian army did not leave a single coin for me.
The army man said: Bring some thing for me else I will kill you and your infant.
The woman cried: Woe upon you, this is the child of Prophet’s companion (sahabi). I also gave oath of allegiance to Prophet (S.A.W.) at “Shajara Allegiance”, and pointing her infant told: My child, I swear God, if I have something, I will surely sacrifice upon you”.
Suddenly that accursed man snatched the infant’s leg who was sucking milk and pulled him away from mother’s lap and hit him to the wall. So that the infant’s brain got scattered before her mother’s eyes and spread all over the floor.
The narrator said: As the accursed army man was stepping out of that house his face blackened at once. This incident became an idiom among the people of Madinah.
The depth of the Harrah tragedy was so much that for along period when a man wanted to marry his daughter he was unable to give the guarantee of his daughters maidenhood.
Then the Yazidi army took allegiance from the people of Madinah, to be the slaves of Yazid. It was upon his will to leave them or made them slaves. The people of Madinah though their property plundered, blood shed and their women raped and molested, all of them gave allegiance “Bayyat” to Yazid except the fourth holy Imam of the Shi’ites Imam Zainul Abedin (A.S.).
The criminal Muslim Ibn Aqbah sent slaughtered heads of the people of Madinah to Yazid at Damascus (Syria). As the heads were presented before Yazid he said: “I wish my forefathers who were killed in the battle of Badr would be alive and see how I took revenge with the Prophet of Islam and Muslims”.
The Third Dreadful Crime: The Army of Yazid Set Ablaze and Destroyed Holy Kaaba
After suppressing and plundering people of Madinah, Muslim ibn Aqabah started towards Makkah to crush Abdullah ibn Zubair.
Finally Hasin ibn Namir took the leadership of the Syrian Yazidi army and attacked Makkah. When Abdullah ibn Zubair took refuge in Masjid al- Haram and Kaaba, they stoned Kaaba with catapult war machine and with cloth in kerosene oil and what ever inflammable in hand, they threw upon upon so that Holy Kaaba was burnt and demolished.
It is narrated that the Syrian army commander ordered to hit the Holy Kaaba daily with ten thousand stones. In the meantime as the Syrian army was attacking Holy Kaaba and destroying the holy place, Allah Almighty gave Yazid no chance and took away his life. He was still under the age of forty.
Yazid in the period of only three years caliphate committed heinous crimes. In his first year of rule he martyred Sayyid ush- Shuhada Imam Husain (A.S.) and captivated his whole family. In his second year of rule allowed his army to kill, loot and transgress the chastity of women in the holy city of Madinah. In the third year of his rule he set ablaze the Holy Kaaba and demolished the holy place.
The reason for the the death of Yazid some said: He was drunk so much, that while dancing fell down upon his head and died.
Others said: He was killed buy a Bedouin Arab in the desert. When Yazid got alone in chase of hunt, he introduced himself to Arab who got infuriated and said: ‘You are the murderer of Husain ibn Ali’, thus the Arab killed Yazid on the spot. His body was buried in ‘Bab Saghir” in Damascus. Now that place has been changed into rubbish heap.
Masudi in “Muruj az-Zahab” said: Yazid used to booze openly in public on the footsteps of Pharoah (Firaun). Rather Firaun was better than Yazid. Following Yazid, his agents too started debauchery overtly before people. In the period of Yazid’s caliphate singing and dancing were performed openly among people. Musical instruments were in use and alcohol was consumed freely in public.
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'People didn't vote for me because I represented Kasab'
Lawyer Abbas Kazmi found himself voted out of Bigg Boss [ Images ] in the very first week of elimination.
Kazmi, who is best known for defending terrorist Mohammad Ajmal Kasab [ Images ], believed that that may be the reason why the audience did not want to see any more of him on the reality show.
He talks to Rajul Hegde about his time in Bigg Boss.
What made you participate in Bigg Boss?
That was the first show offered to me. Given a chance, I would consider other reality shows too.
I love challenges and the concept of people from different walks of life, different countries and different religions living under one roof as a family. This show gives out a positive message of national integration and communal harmony.
Plus, I wanted to experience the life of a beautiful jail.
You said that the channel approached you for the show. But it was reported that it was you who approached the channel.
That's not true. The channel had been chasing me for six months and I refused them thrice. Finally, I agreed to do the show.
Do you think one week was enough to clear your image?
Like I said, I went on the show because I love challenges. I did not go on the show to clear my image. I have always got a pat on the back -- even when I was defending Kasab. Why do I need anyone's help to clear my image? I am not answerable to anyone and I know how to live my life. I will answer to people only when it is required. If they understand, it's good. Otherwise, I am happy this way.
Why do you think you got evicted?
I was the biggest threat to the housemates because I was a potential winner. All the contestants have a strategy. I was the strongest contestant so they wanted to get rid of me before targeting the simple ones.
People didn't vote for me because they are still angry at me for representing Kasab. They should understand that the court appointed me; I did not approach them.
You were friendly with Rahul Bhatt [ Images ]. Aanchal Kumar even cried when you left.
Yes. Rahul Bhatt is very sweet. I got to know that he lives in my lane. So we're neighbours.
Aanchal is grounded. She's a lovely girl. She is emotional – she may cry each time a person leaves the house! I will definitely be in touch with these two, and with the others if they wish.
Are you upset now that you are out of the house?
No. My daughter was going back to Hyderabad. When she heard I was nominated to be evicted, she stayed back. I was back in time for her birthday.
People don't have a very good perception about the lawyers. Comment.
When people ask me why I defended Kasab, I give them an example of the doctors at Nair hospital, who saved Kasab on the night of the 26/11 attack. Why don't they ask this question to those doctors?
What is your take on the death penalty?
I don't want to talk about Kasab. In general, I am against capital punishment. The simple logic is when you can't give life to someone, you don't have right to take it away from someone. If you punish a person and later learn that s/he is an innocent, can you get back their life?
How was your interaction with Bigg boss host Salman Khan [ Images ]?
Salman is fun and a lovely guy. He is approachable and can connect with anyone, irrespective of their age. The channel wouldn't have found a better host.
Kazmi, who is best known for defending terrorist Mohammad Ajmal Kasab [ Images ], believed that that may be the reason why the audience did not want to see any more of him on the reality show.
He talks to Rajul Hegde about his time in Bigg Boss.
What made you participate in Bigg Boss?
That was the first show offered to me. Given a chance, I would consider other reality shows too.
I love challenges and the concept of people from different walks of life, different countries and different religions living under one roof as a family. This show gives out a positive message of national integration and communal harmony.
Plus, I wanted to experience the life of a beautiful jail.
You said that the channel approached you for the show. But it was reported that it was you who approached the channel.
That's not true. The channel had been chasing me for six months and I refused them thrice. Finally, I agreed to do the show.
Do you think one week was enough to clear your image?
Like I said, I went on the show because I love challenges. I did not go on the show to clear my image. I have always got a pat on the back -- even when I was defending Kasab. Why do I need anyone's help to clear my image? I am not answerable to anyone and I know how to live my life. I will answer to people only when it is required. If they understand, it's good. Otherwise, I am happy this way.
Why do you think you got evicted?
I was the biggest threat to the housemates because I was a potential winner. All the contestants have a strategy. I was the strongest contestant so they wanted to get rid of me before targeting the simple ones.
People didn't vote for me because they are still angry at me for representing Kasab. They should understand that the court appointed me; I did not approach them.
You were friendly with Rahul Bhatt [ Images ]. Aanchal Kumar even cried when you left.
Yes. Rahul Bhatt is very sweet. I got to know that he lives in my lane. So we're neighbours.
Aanchal is grounded. She's a lovely girl. She is emotional – she may cry each time a person leaves the house! I will definitely be in touch with these two, and with the others if they wish.
Are you upset now that you are out of the house?
No. My daughter was going back to Hyderabad. When she heard I was nominated to be evicted, she stayed back. I was back in time for her birthday.
People don't have a very good perception about the lawyers. Comment.
When people ask me why I defended Kasab, I give them an example of the doctors at Nair hospital, who saved Kasab on the night of the 26/11 attack. Why don't they ask this question to those doctors?
What is your take on the death penalty?
I don't want to talk about Kasab. In general, I am against capital punishment. The simple logic is when you can't give life to someone, you don't have right to take it away from someone. If you punish a person and later learn that s/he is an innocent, can you get back their life?
How was your interaction with Bigg boss host Salman Khan [ Images ]?
Salman is fun and a lovely guy. He is approachable and can connect with anyone, irrespective of their age. The channel wouldn't have found a better host.
The manmade King of World Destroyed ?
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
The Only King is ALLAH Subhana Wa' Ta'la
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کہو کہ اے خدا (اے) بادشاہی کے مالک تو جس کو چاہے بادشاہی بخشے اور جس سے چاہے بادشاہی چھین لے اور جس کو چاہے عزت دے اور جسے چاہے ذلیل کرے ہر طرح کی بھلائی تیرے ہی ہاتھ ہے اور بے شک تو ہر چیز پر قادر ہے
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تو ہی رات کو دن میں داخل کرتا اور تو ہی دن کو رات میں داخل کرتا ہے تو ہی بے جان سے جاندار پیدا کرتا ہے اور تو ہی جاندار سے بے جان پیدا کرتا ہے اور توہی جس کو چاہتا ہے بے شمار رزق بخشتا ہے
The Only King is ALLAH Subhana Wa' Ta'la
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کہو کہ اے خدا (اے) بادشاہی کے مالک تو جس کو چاہے بادشاہی بخشے اور جس سے چاہے بادشاہی چھین لے اور جس کو چاہے عزت دے اور جسے چاہے ذلیل کرے ہر طرح کی بھلائی تیرے ہی ہاتھ ہے اور بے شک تو ہر چیز پر قادر ہے
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تو ہی رات کو دن میں داخل کرتا اور تو ہی دن کو رات میں داخل کرتا ہے تو ہی بے جان سے جاندار پیدا کرتا ہے اور تو ہی جاندار سے بے جان پیدا کرتا ہے اور توہی جس کو چاہتا ہے بے شمار رزق بخشتا ہے
Saturday, December 11, 2010
THE STORY OF KERBALA
THE PROPHET (SAW) SAID: Indeed, Hossein is the light of guidance and the saviour ship.
Having come to know of Yazid's scheme to assasinate him while performing the rite of Hajj, Imam Hussein (A.S) decided to leave Mecca before finishing the rites, performing only the Umra.
Prior to his departure, he delivered the following sermon (khutba):
"All praise is due to Allah! Allah's Will be done, and there in neither power or nor might, except in Allah, and the blessings of Allah unto His messenger (SAW)."
"Death surrounds Adam's offspring as a necklace surrounds a girl's neck. My passion to join those who preceded me (in winning the honor of martyrdom) is like Jacob's passion for Joseph; it is better for me to receive death which I shall surely meet. I can see my limbs torn by wild beasts of the desert, between Nawawis and Karbala, so much so that they will thus fill their empty bellies. The decree cannot be avoided. Whatever pleases Allah pleases me."
"We shall bear his trial patiently, and He shall surely reward us with the rewards of those who presevere. The Prophet's progeny shall never stray from the Prophet's path. Rather, they shall be rejoined with him in the Presence of the Most Exalted One. His eyes will thus be cooled, and He will fulfill his promise. Whoever is present among us now and whoever is wholeheartedly determined to meet his Lord, let him depart with us. For, In sha-Allah, I will be departing at the Break of day."
Abdullah ibn az-Zubayr asked Imam Hussein (AS) why he was in such a hurry to leave Mecca. Whereupon he said, "My father told me once that there is a man in Mecca because of which Mecca's sanctity will be violated. I don't wish to be it. If I were to be killed outside Mecca it would surely be dearer for me. By Allah! had I been inside a crack of these land cracks, they would have hunted me out of it and done to me what they would have liked to do. By Allah! they will transgress on my account, just as the Jews transgressed and violated the sanctity of the Sabbath."
Imam Hussein Once said to Abu Harrah al-Azdi: "Banu Umayyah confiscated my wealth, and I took to patience. Then they cursed my honor, and I again took to patience. And when they sought to kill me, I did not take to patience, I fought."
At a place call al-Thalabiyya Imam Hussein (AS) said to a man he met: "By Allah! Had I met you in Medina, I would have shown you the marks of Gabriel's revalation at our house, and his descent upon my Grandfather (SAW). O' brother of the Kufans! The foutainhead of Knowledge is surely with us. Do they have knowledge while we are ignorant? This will never be."
"O' people! The Messenger of Allah (SAW) has said: 'Whoever sees an oppresive ruler who permits what Allah has forbidden, reneging on his oath, violating the Sunnah of the Messenger of Allah (SAW), treating the servants of Allah oppresively, and does not try to stop him by deed or by word, it will be incumbent upon Allah to treat him as He treats the first. These people have rubbed shoulders with Satan and abandoned their obedience to the Most Merciful one. They have manifested corruption, transgressed the limits, felt comfortable with their ease, permitting what Allah has forbidden, and forbidding what Allah has permitted."
"I am the best effect a change, and your letters have reached me. So have your envoys, offering your aliegiance to me, promising me that you will never abandon me nor betray me. If you complete you allegiance to me, you will surely have acted wisley, for I am al-Hussein, son of Ali and Fatima, daughter of the Messenger of Allah (SAW). I support you, my family supports yours, and I am an example for you."
"But if you do not do so, and if you renege on your promise and abandon you allegiance, then it will not be unexpected of you, for you have done the same to my father and brother, and to my cousin ibn Aqeel. Vain is one who is deceived by you. Your own sign have you missed, and your own portion of divine rewards have you lost. Whoever reneges, he, indeed, reneges to the detriment of his own soul, and Allah will make me independent of him."
"Wassalmu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh."
IMAM HUSSEIN ONCE SAID:
DIGNIFIED DEATH IS BETTER THAN HUMILATING LIFE
Having reached Karbala, Imam Hussein (AS) assemble his children, sisters and kin, he then looked at them and burst into tears. He then supplicated, "O Allah! We are the progeny of Your Messenger Muhamad (SAW), and we have been exiled, turned out of our homes by force, and we have become estranged from the sanctified precincts of our Grandfather. Banu Umayyah (LA) has oppressed us."
"Oh Allah! On our behalf, take from them what rightfully belongs to us, and help us against oppresive people!"
SAYIDA ZEINAB (AS) was duty bound to prevent the truth of the Karbala revolution from being distorted by the deceitful and poisonous propaganda of the ruling system.
SAYING OF IMAM ALI al-RIDA:
For him who weeps on the day of 'Ashura, Allah will provide happiness and joy on the day of Judgement.
Having come to know of Yazid's scheme to assasinate him while performing the rite of Hajj, Imam Hussein (A.S) decided to leave Mecca before finishing the rites, performing only the Umra.
Prior to his departure, he delivered the following sermon (khutba):
"All praise is due to Allah! Allah's Will be done, and there in neither power or nor might, except in Allah, and the blessings of Allah unto His messenger (SAW)."
"Death surrounds Adam's offspring as a necklace surrounds a girl's neck. My passion to join those who preceded me (in winning the honor of martyrdom) is like Jacob's passion for Joseph; it is better for me to receive death which I shall surely meet. I can see my limbs torn by wild beasts of the desert, between Nawawis and Karbala, so much so that they will thus fill their empty bellies. The decree cannot be avoided. Whatever pleases Allah pleases me."
"We shall bear his trial patiently, and He shall surely reward us with the rewards of those who presevere. The Prophet's progeny shall never stray from the Prophet's path. Rather, they shall be rejoined with him in the Presence of the Most Exalted One. His eyes will thus be cooled, and He will fulfill his promise. Whoever is present among us now and whoever is wholeheartedly determined to meet his Lord, let him depart with us. For, In sha-Allah, I will be departing at the Break of day."
Abdullah ibn az-Zubayr asked Imam Hussein (AS) why he was in such a hurry to leave Mecca. Whereupon he said, "My father told me once that there is a man in Mecca because of which Mecca's sanctity will be violated. I don't wish to be it. If I were to be killed outside Mecca it would surely be dearer for me. By Allah! had I been inside a crack of these land cracks, they would have hunted me out of it and done to me what they would have liked to do. By Allah! they will transgress on my account, just as the Jews transgressed and violated the sanctity of the Sabbath."
Imam Hussein Once said to Abu Harrah al-Azdi: "Banu Umayyah confiscated my wealth, and I took to patience. Then they cursed my honor, and I again took to patience. And when they sought to kill me, I did not take to patience, I fought."
At a place call al-Thalabiyya Imam Hussein (AS) said to a man he met: "By Allah! Had I met you in Medina, I would have shown you the marks of Gabriel's revalation at our house, and his descent upon my Grandfather (SAW). O' brother of the Kufans! The foutainhead of Knowledge is surely with us. Do they have knowledge while we are ignorant? This will never be."
"O' people! The Messenger of Allah (SAW) has said: 'Whoever sees an oppresive ruler who permits what Allah has forbidden, reneging on his oath, violating the Sunnah of the Messenger of Allah (SAW), treating the servants of Allah oppresively, and does not try to stop him by deed or by word, it will be incumbent upon Allah to treat him as He treats the first. These people have rubbed shoulders with Satan and abandoned their obedience to the Most Merciful one. They have manifested corruption, transgressed the limits, felt comfortable with their ease, permitting what Allah has forbidden, and forbidding what Allah has permitted."
"I am the best effect a change, and your letters have reached me. So have your envoys, offering your aliegiance to me, promising me that you will never abandon me nor betray me. If you complete you allegiance to me, you will surely have acted wisley, for I am al-Hussein, son of Ali and Fatima, daughter of the Messenger of Allah (SAW). I support you, my family supports yours, and I am an example for you."
"But if you do not do so, and if you renege on your promise and abandon you allegiance, then it will not be unexpected of you, for you have done the same to my father and brother, and to my cousin ibn Aqeel. Vain is one who is deceived by you. Your own sign have you missed, and your own portion of divine rewards have you lost. Whoever reneges, he, indeed, reneges to the detriment of his own soul, and Allah will make me independent of him."
"Wassalmu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh."
IMAM HUSSEIN ONCE SAID:
DIGNIFIED DEATH IS BETTER THAN HUMILATING LIFE
Having reached Karbala, Imam Hussein (AS) assemble his children, sisters and kin, he then looked at them and burst into tears. He then supplicated, "O Allah! We are the progeny of Your Messenger Muhamad (SAW), and we have been exiled, turned out of our homes by force, and we have become estranged from the sanctified precincts of our Grandfather. Banu Umayyah (LA) has oppressed us."
"Oh Allah! On our behalf, take from them what rightfully belongs to us, and help us against oppresive people!"
SAYIDA ZEINAB (AS) was duty bound to prevent the truth of the Karbala revolution from being distorted by the deceitful and poisonous propaganda of the ruling system.
SAYING OF IMAM ALI al-RIDA:
For him who weeps on the day of 'Ashura, Allah will provide happiness and joy on the day of Judgement.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Hurtful Tragedy with Hazrat Imam Hussain a.s
Asalamoalaka ya Abaabdella -hel -Hussain a.s.
Read , Feel , Observes & Think it Carefully .
These pleading, which had a ring of sincerity and earnestness, rendered Hussain quite speechless for a time. How could he tell them what was in store for Ali Akbar who they loved and adored so much? When his sad reflections had subsided, he replied to them in a tone tinged with pathos,
Alas, I only wish I could entrust my Ali Akbar to your care! In my mission he has to play a role, the importance of which time alone will tell. I cannot accede to your request for reasons which I cannot reveal to you; but rest assured that I shall always remember your kindness to me. I shall carry with me vivid memories of this parting and remember you in my prayers.
One by one the faithful followers went out to fight for the cause of Islam which forces of evil were attempting to stifle, and in the process faced death. In their glorious deaths they demonstrated what steadfastness and unflin- ching faith, what courage of conviction can achieve and attain against all odds. With his devoted supporters now sleeping the sweet slumber of death from which nothing could awaken them, the turn of Husain's sons and brothers and nephews came. In spite of Husain's best efforts to send his son Ali Akbar to the battlefield before all his devoted friends and faithful followers, they would not even let him mention it. The thought of Ali Akbar, Husain's beloved son, laying down his iffy in battle, when they were still alive, was too much for them. It would be blasphemous for them even to entertain such an idea!
Ali Akbar went over to his father to ask his permission to go out into that gory arena from which no person from his camp had returned. Husain looked at his face; it would be more correct to say that for a couple of minutes his stare was fixed on that face which he loved so much; which reminded him every time of his grandfather whom he resembled every inch. He tried to say something but his voice failed him. With considerable effort he whispered with downcast eyes:
Akbar, I wish you had become a father; then you would have known what I am experiencing at this moment. My son, how can a father ask his son to go, when he knows that the parting would be for ever! But Akbar, the call of duty makes me helpless in this matter. Go to your mother, and to your aunt Zainab who has brought you up from childhood and loved you and cared for you more than for her own sons, and seek their permission.
Ali Akbar entered the tent of his aunt Zainab. He found her and his mother Umme Laila gazing vacantly towards the battlefield and listening intently to the battle-cries of the enemy hordes. Their instinct made them aware that, now that all the devoted followers of Husain had laid down their dear lives defending him and them, the turn of his sons, and brothers and nephews had come. It was now only a question of time. It was only a question who would go first from amongst them.
Ali Akbar was now facing his aged father and his loving mother and Zainab. With an exclamation of joy and relief they clung to him. Husain lovingly embraced his son saying:
Bravo, my son. The gallantry you how displayed today reminded me of the battles of my revered father, Ali. The only difference was that, during his fights, my father Ali had not to battle against hunger and thirst as you had to.
Ali Akbar with his head bent replied:
Father, thirst is killing me because my wounds have added to its effect. It is usual to ask for rewards from parents for celebrating victories in single combats and I would have asked for a cup of refreshing water from you. But alas! I know that you have not even a drop of water with which you can quench the thirst of the young children. Father, knowing this, I shall not embarrass you by asking for water. I have come only to see you and my dear ones for the last time.
The light footsteps of Ali Akbar roused both of them from their reverie. Both of them fixed their gaze on him without uttering a word. Zainab broke the silence with an exclamation:
Oh God, can it be true that Akbar has come to bid me and his mother the last farewell Akbar do not say that you are ready for the last journey. So long as my sons Aun and Muhammad are there, it is impossible for me to let you go.
Akbar knew what love and affection his aunt Zainab had for him. He was conscious of the pangs of sorrow she was experiencing at that moment. Her affection for him transcended everything except her love for Husain. He looked at her face, and at his mother's who was rendered speechless by her surging feelings of anguish. He knew not how to tell them that he had prepared himself for the journey to Heaven that lay ahead. He summoned to his aid his most coaxing manners that had always made his mother and Zainab accede to his requests and said:
My aunt, for all my father's kinsmen the inevitable hour has come. I implore you, by the love you bear for your brother, to let me go so that it may not be said that he spared me till all his brothers and nephews were killed. Abbas, my uncle, is Commander of our army. The others are all younger than me. When death is a certainty, let me die first so that I can quench my thirst at the heavenly spring of Kausar at the hands of my grandfather.
The earnestness of Akbar's tone convinced Zainab and his mother that he was determined to go. It seemed to be his last wish to lay down his life before all his kinsmen. Since on no other occasion they had denied him his wishes, it seemed so difficult to say no to his last desire. With a gasp Zainab could only say,
Akbar, my child, if the call of death has come to you, go.
His mother could only say:
May God be with you, my son. With you I am losing all I had and cared for in this world. Your father has told me what destiny has in store for me. After you, for me pleasure and pain will have no difference.
With these words she fell unconscious in Ali Akbar's arms.
The battle-cry from the enemy's ranks was becoming louder and louder. Ali Akbar knew that he had to go out quickly lest the enemy, seeing that their challenges for combat were remaining unanswered, got emboldened to make a concerted attack on his father's camp. Even such a thought was unbearable for him. So long as he was alive, how could he permit the onslaught of Yazid's forces on his camp where helpless women and defenseless children were lying huddled together? He gently put his mother in his aunt Zainab's arms saying:
Zainab, my aunt, I am leaving my mother to your care. I know, from your childhood, your mother Bibi Fatima has prepared you for the soul-stirring events of today and what is to come hereafter. My mother will not be able to bear the blows and calamities that are to befall her, unless you lend her your courage. I implore you by the infinite love you bear for me to show the fortitude that you are capable of, so that your patience may sustain my mother when she sees my dead body brought into the camp's morgue. I entrust her to your care because there will be none to solace her and look after her in the years of dismay and despondency that lie ahead of her.
Ali Akbar embraced his loving aunt Zainab with tender love and affection for the last time. she exclaimed:
Akbar, go. My child, I entrust you to God, To ease your last moments I promise you that, so long as I live, I shall after Umme Laila with the affection of a mother.
With a heavy heart Ali Akbar returned to his father. There was no need for him to say that he had bid farewell to his mother and aunt Zainab, for the sorrow depicted on his face spoke volumes to Husain. Silently he rose and put the Prophet's turban on Akbar's head, tied the scabbard on his waist and imprinted a kiss on his forehead. In a failing, faltering voice he muttered:
Go Akbar, God is there to help you.
Treading heavily Akbar came out of the tent with Husain following closely behind him. He was about to mount his horse when he felt somebody tugging at his robe. He could hardly see, because his eyes were almost blinded with tears. He heard the voice of his young aster Sakina supplicating him not to leave her.
O my brother," she was saying, "do no go to the battleground from which nobody has returned alive since this mornings."
Softly Akbar lifted her, gently and affectionately kissed her on her face and put her down. His grief was too deep for words. Husain understood the depth of Akbar's feelings and picked up Sakina to console her.
The scene of Ali Akbar's march towards the battlefield was such as would defy description. The cries of ladies and children of Husain's camp were rising above the din of battle-cries and beating of enemy drums. It was appearing as if a dead body of an only son, dead in the prime of youth, was being taken out of a house for the last rites.
Ali Akbar was now facing the enemy hordes. He was addressing the forces of Amr Ibne Saad with an eloquence which he had inherited from his Grandfather and the Prophet. He was telling them that Husain, his father, had done them no harm and had devoted his life to the cause of Islam. He was explaining to them that by shedding the blood of Husain and his kinsmen. They would be incurring the wrath of God and displeasure of the Prophet who had loved Husain more than any other person. He was exhorting them not to smear their hands with the blood of a person so holy, so God-fearing and so righteous. His words cast a spell on the army of the opponents. The older ones from amongst them were blinking their eyes in amazement and wondering whether the Prophet had descended from the Heavens to warn them against the shedding of Husain's blood. What a resemblance there was with the Prophet, in face, features and even mannerism! Even the voice was of Muhammad! But on second thoughts, they realized that this was Ali Akbar, the 18 year old son of Husain, about whose close resemblance with the Prophet people were talking so much.
Seeing the effect which Ali Akbar's address had produced on his soldiers, Amr Saad exhorted them to challenge him to single combat. A few of them, coveting the honour and rewards they would get if they overpowered and killed this brave son of Husain, emaciated by three days of hunger and thirst, came forward to challenge him. One by one he met them in battle, gave them a taste of his skill and prowess in fighting and flung them from their horseback to meet the doom they so much deserved. Now it was his turn to challenge the warriors of Yazid to come forward. Seeing that in spite of his handicaps, he was capable of displaying valour and battle craft for which his grandfather Ali had acquired name and fame and which had struck terror into the hearts of enemies of Islam none dared to come forward.
Ali Akbar had received several gaping wounds in the course of his victorious single combats. He was fast losing blood and the effect of his thirst was getting accentuated with every second that was passing. He realized that the treacherous enemies would attack him en masse. He had left his mother in a dazed condition. An irresistible urge to see his dear ones for the last time seized him and he turned his horse towards his camp.
He found his father standing at the doorstep of the tent and his mother and aunt standing inside the tent. Husain had been watching the battles of this thirsty youth and the two ladies were watching his face: they knew that if any calamity befell Ali Akbar, Husain's expression would indicate it. Whilst watching Husain's face, they were both praying offering silent prayers:
O Allah, Who brought back Ismail to Hajra; O Allah, Who granted the prayers of the mother Musa and restored her son to her; O Allah, Who reunited Yakoob with his son Yusuf in response to the aged father's supplications, grant us our one wish to see Ali Akbar for once.
Was it the effect of these prayers that brought back Ali Akbar to the camp?
Ali Akbar was now facing his aged father and his loving mother and Zainab. With an exclamation of joy and relief they clung to him. Husain lovingly embraced his son saying:
Bravo, my son. The gallantry you how displayed today reminded me of the battles of my revered father, Ali. The only difference was that, during his fights, my father Ali had not to battle against hunger and thirst as you had to.
Ali Akbar with his head bent replied:
Father, thirst is killing me because my wounds have added to its effect. It is usual to ask for rewards from parents for celebrating victories in single combats and I would have asked for a cup of refreshing water from you. But alas! I know that you have not even a drop of water with which you can quench the thirst of the young children. Father, knowing this, I shall not embarrass you by asking for water. I have come only to see you and my dear ones for the last time.
Ali Akbar met each and every one of his family. The second parting was sad as the first one, perhaps sadder. Without being told, every one realised that this was the last time they were beholding Akbar. Fizza, the faithful maid of Fatima and Zainab, was as disconsolate with grief as Zainab and Umme Laila. Husain followed Ali Akbar out of the tent. As he rode away, Husain walked behind him with a brisk pace for some distance, as a man follows his sacrificial lamb in Mina. When Akbar disappeared from his sight, he turned heavenwards and, with his hands raised, he prayed:
O Allah, Thou art my Witness that on this day I have sent away for sacrifice one whom I loved and cherished most, to defend the cause of righteousness and truth.
He sat on the ground as if trying to listen expectantly to some call from the battlefield.
It was not very long before he received a wailing call, a call from Ali Akbar, a call of anguish and pain:
Father, Akbar has fallen with a mortal wound in his chest. Father, come to me for I have not long to live. If you cannot reach me, I convey my last salutations to you and my dear ones.
Though Husain was anticipating such a call, what a ghastly effect it had on him! He rose from the ground and fell; he rose again and fell again. With one hand on his heart he struggled to his feet. Torrential tears were flooding his eyes. He rushed in the direction from which the cry had come. It seemed as Husain's strength had ebbed away on hearing that fateful cry of his dearest son, for he was falling at every few steps. He was sobbing:
Akbar, give me another shout so that I can follow its direction. Akbar, my sight is gone with the shock I have received and there is nobody to guide me to where you lie.
Abbas came rushing to the aid of his master. Holding his hand he led him on to the place from where Akbar's dying cry had come.
Now Husain was stumbling his way onwards resting his hands on Abbas' shoulders. The distance seemed interminable but at last Husain and Abbas reached the place where Akbar was lying in a pool of his own blood. Ah, that tragic sight! May no father have occasion to see his young on in such a conditions. With one hand on his chest covering a deep wound from which blood was gushing out, with his face writhing with pain, Akbar was lying on the ground prostrate and unconscious. With the agony he was enduring on account of the wound and the thirst that he was Offering, he was digging his feet into the sand. With a cry of anguish Husain fell on the body of Akbar.
My son, tell me where you are hurt; tell me who has wounded you in the chest. Why don't you say something? My Akbar, I have come in response to your call. Say one word to me, Akbar.
Seeing that Akbar was lying there without any response to his entreaties, Husain turned to Abbas and said:
Abbas, why don't you tell Akbar to say something to me. My dutiful son, who used to get up on seeing me, is lying on the ground pressed by the hand of death.
Husain once again flung himself on the body of Akbar. His breathing was now heavier, a gurgling sound was coming from his throat. It seemed that his young life was engaged in an uneven struggle with death. Husain put his head on Akbar's chest. He lifted it and put his own cheeks against Akbar's and wailed
Akbar, for once open your eyes and smile, as you were always smiling to gladden my heart.
Though Akbar did not open his eyes, a faint smile appeared on his lips as if he had listened to his father's request. With the sweet smile still playing on his lips, he heaved a gasp and with that his soul departed. The cheeks of the father were still touching the cheeks of the son, in death as so many time in life.
On seeing his son, his beloved son, breathe his last in his own hands, Husain's condition became such as no words can describe. For quite some time he remained there weeping as only an aged father who has lost a son, in his prime of youth, in such tragic circumstances, can weep. Abbas sat there by his side shedding tears. What words of consolation could he offer when the tragedy was of such a magnitude? All words of solace and comfort would sound hollow and be in vain when a father, an aged father, gives vent to his pent up emotions. After a time, Abbas reverentially touched Husain on his shoulders and reminded him that, since he had rushed out of the camp, Zainab and the other ladies of his house were waiting for him, tormented by anxiety, demented by the thoughts of the tragedy that had befallen them. Only mention of this was enough for Husain. He knew that, as the head of the family, it was his duty to rally by the side of the grief-stricken mother, his grief-stricken sister Zainab, and the children for whom this bereavement was the greatest calamity.
Husain slowly rose from the ground and tried to pick up the dead body of Akbar but he himself fell on the ground. Abbas, seeing this, bent over him and said:
My master, Abbas is still alive by your side. How can I leave you carry the body of Akbar and remain a silent spectator. Let me carry his body to the camp. "
No Abbas, replied Husain, let me do this as a last token of my love. To hold him by my heart, even in his death, gives me some comfort, the only comfort that is now left to me.
Saying this, he made all the efforts that he was capable of and, assisted by Abbas, he lifted the body of Akbar. Clasping it close to his bosom, he started the long walk to his camp. How he reached is difficult to say. It would not be too much to imagine that his grandfather Muhammad, his father Ali, his brother Hasan and perhaps his mother Fatima had descended from heaven to help him in this task.
Husain reached the camp and laid down Akbar's body on the ground. He called Umme Laila and Zainab and Kulsum, Sakina and Rokayya, Fizza and the other ladies of the house to see the face of Akbar for the last time. The loving mother came, the loving aunts came, the children came, and surrounded the body of Ali Akbar. They looked at Akbar's face and then at Husain's. They knew that their weeping would add to Husain's grief which was already brimful. Ali Akbar's mother went up to her husband, and with stifled sobs and bent head, she said to him:
My master, I am proud of Akbar for dying such a noble death. He has laid down his life in the noblest cause and this thought will sustain me through the rest of my life. I implore you to pray for me, to pray for ail of us, that Almighty Allah may grant us patience and solace.
Saying this she turned to the dead body of her son lying on the ground and put her face on his. Zainab and Kulsum, Sakina and Rokayya had all flung themselves on Akbar's body. The tears that were flowing from their eyes were sufficient to wash away the clotted blood from the wounds of Akbar.
Husain sat for a few minutes near the dead body of his son; the son whom he had lost in such tragic circumstances; the son who had died craving for a drop of water to quench his thirst. He felt dazed with grief. He was awakened from his stupor by Qasim, the son of his brother, who had come to seek his permission to go to the battlefield. He rose from the ground, wiped the tears from his aged eyes and muttered
" Verily from God we come, and unto Him is our return . "
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These pleading, which had a ring of sincerity and earnestness, rendered Hussain quite speechless for a time. How could he tell them what was in store for Ali Akbar who they loved and adored so much? When his sad reflections had subsided, he replied to them in a tone tinged with pathos,
Alas, I only wish I could entrust my Ali Akbar to your care! In my mission he has to play a role, the importance of which time alone will tell. I cannot accede to your request for reasons which I cannot reveal to you; but rest assured that I shall always remember your kindness to me. I shall carry with me vivid memories of this parting and remember you in my prayers.
One by one the faithful followers went out to fight for the cause of Islam which forces of evil were attempting to stifle, and in the process faced death. In their glorious deaths they demonstrated what steadfastness and unflin- ching faith, what courage of conviction can achieve and attain against all odds. With his devoted supporters now sleeping the sweet slumber of death from which nothing could awaken them, the turn of Husain's sons and brothers and nephews came. In spite of Husain's best efforts to send his son Ali Akbar to the battlefield before all his devoted friends and faithful followers, they would not even let him mention it. The thought of Ali Akbar, Husain's beloved son, laying down his iffy in battle, when they were still alive, was too much for them. It would be blasphemous for them even to entertain such an idea!
Ali Akbar went over to his father to ask his permission to go out into that gory arena from which no person from his camp had returned. Husain looked at his face; it would be more correct to say that for a couple of minutes his stare was fixed on that face which he loved so much; which reminded him every time of his grandfather whom he resembled every inch. He tried to say something but his voice failed him. With considerable effort he whispered with downcast eyes:
Akbar, I wish you had become a father; then you would have known what I am experiencing at this moment. My son, how can a father ask his son to go, when he knows that the parting would be for ever! But Akbar, the call of duty makes me helpless in this matter. Go to your mother, and to your aunt Zainab who has brought you up from childhood and loved you and cared for you more than for her own sons, and seek their permission.
Ali Akbar entered the tent of his aunt Zainab. He found her and his mother Umme Laila gazing vacantly towards the battlefield and listening intently to the battle-cries of the enemy hordes. Their instinct made them aware that, now that all the devoted followers of Husain had laid down their dear lives defending him and them, the turn of his sons, and brothers and nephews had come. It was now only a question of time. It was only a question who would go first from amongst them.
Ali Akbar was now facing his aged father and his loving mother and Zainab. With an exclamation of joy and relief they clung to him. Husain lovingly embraced his son saying:
Bravo, my son. The gallantry you how displayed today reminded me of the battles of my revered father, Ali. The only difference was that, during his fights, my father Ali had not to battle against hunger and thirst as you had to.
Ali Akbar with his head bent replied:
Father, thirst is killing me because my wounds have added to its effect. It is usual to ask for rewards from parents for celebrating victories in single combats and I would have asked for a cup of refreshing water from you. But alas! I know that you have not even a drop of water with which you can quench the thirst of the young children. Father, knowing this, I shall not embarrass you by asking for water. I have come only to see you and my dear ones for the last time.
The light footsteps of Ali Akbar roused both of them from their reverie. Both of them fixed their gaze on him without uttering a word. Zainab broke the silence with an exclamation:
Oh God, can it be true that Akbar has come to bid me and his mother the last farewell Akbar do not say that you are ready for the last journey. So long as my sons Aun and Muhammad are there, it is impossible for me to let you go.
Akbar knew what love and affection his aunt Zainab had for him. He was conscious of the pangs of sorrow she was experiencing at that moment. Her affection for him transcended everything except her love for Husain. He looked at her face, and at his mother's who was rendered speechless by her surging feelings of anguish. He knew not how to tell them that he had prepared himself for the journey to Heaven that lay ahead. He summoned to his aid his most coaxing manners that had always made his mother and Zainab accede to his requests and said:
My aunt, for all my father's kinsmen the inevitable hour has come. I implore you, by the love you bear for your brother, to let me go so that it may not be said that he spared me till all his brothers and nephews were killed. Abbas, my uncle, is Commander of our army. The others are all younger than me. When death is a certainty, let me die first so that I can quench my thirst at the heavenly spring of Kausar at the hands of my grandfather.
The earnestness of Akbar's tone convinced Zainab and his mother that he was determined to go. It seemed to be his last wish to lay down his life before all his kinsmen. Since on no other occasion they had denied him his wishes, it seemed so difficult to say no to his last desire. With a gasp Zainab could only say,
Akbar, my child, if the call of death has come to you, go.
His mother could only say:
May God be with you, my son. With you I am losing all I had and cared for in this world. Your father has told me what destiny has in store for me. After you, for me pleasure and pain will have no difference.
With these words she fell unconscious in Ali Akbar's arms.
The battle-cry from the enemy's ranks was becoming louder and louder. Ali Akbar knew that he had to go out quickly lest the enemy, seeing that their challenges for combat were remaining unanswered, got emboldened to make a concerted attack on his father's camp. Even such a thought was unbearable for him. So long as he was alive, how could he permit the onslaught of Yazid's forces on his camp where helpless women and defenseless children were lying huddled together? He gently put his mother in his aunt Zainab's arms saying:
Zainab, my aunt, I am leaving my mother to your care. I know, from your childhood, your mother Bibi Fatima has prepared you for the soul-stirring events of today and what is to come hereafter. My mother will not be able to bear the blows and calamities that are to befall her, unless you lend her your courage. I implore you by the infinite love you bear for me to show the fortitude that you are capable of, so that your patience may sustain my mother when she sees my dead body brought into the camp's morgue. I entrust her to your care because there will be none to solace her and look after her in the years of dismay and despondency that lie ahead of her.
Ali Akbar embraced his loving aunt Zainab with tender love and affection for the last time. she exclaimed:
Akbar, go. My child, I entrust you to God, To ease your last moments I promise you that, so long as I live, I shall after Umme Laila with the affection of a mother.
With a heavy heart Ali Akbar returned to his father. There was no need for him to say that he had bid farewell to his mother and aunt Zainab, for the sorrow depicted on his face spoke volumes to Husain. Silently he rose and put the Prophet's turban on Akbar's head, tied the scabbard on his waist and imprinted a kiss on his forehead. In a failing, faltering voice he muttered:
Go Akbar, God is there to help you.
Treading heavily Akbar came out of the tent with Husain following closely behind him. He was about to mount his horse when he felt somebody tugging at his robe. He could hardly see, because his eyes were almost blinded with tears. He heard the voice of his young aster Sakina supplicating him not to leave her.
O my brother," she was saying, "do no go to the battleground from which nobody has returned alive since this mornings."
Softly Akbar lifted her, gently and affectionately kissed her on her face and put her down. His grief was too deep for words. Husain understood the depth of Akbar's feelings and picked up Sakina to console her.
The scene of Ali Akbar's march towards the battlefield was such as would defy description. The cries of ladies and children of Husain's camp were rising above the din of battle-cries and beating of enemy drums. It was appearing as if a dead body of an only son, dead in the prime of youth, was being taken out of a house for the last rites.
Ali Akbar was now facing the enemy hordes. He was addressing the forces of Amr Ibne Saad with an eloquence which he had inherited from his Grandfather and the Prophet. He was telling them that Husain, his father, had done them no harm and had devoted his life to the cause of Islam. He was explaining to them that by shedding the blood of Husain and his kinsmen. They would be incurring the wrath of God and displeasure of the Prophet who had loved Husain more than any other person. He was exhorting them not to smear their hands with the blood of a person so holy, so God-fearing and so righteous. His words cast a spell on the army of the opponents. The older ones from amongst them were blinking their eyes in amazement and wondering whether the Prophet had descended from the Heavens to warn them against the shedding of Husain's blood. What a resemblance there was with the Prophet, in face, features and even mannerism! Even the voice was of Muhammad! But on second thoughts, they realized that this was Ali Akbar, the 18 year old son of Husain, about whose close resemblance with the Prophet people were talking so much.
Seeing the effect which Ali Akbar's address had produced on his soldiers, Amr Saad exhorted them to challenge him to single combat. A few of them, coveting the honour and rewards they would get if they overpowered and killed this brave son of Husain, emaciated by three days of hunger and thirst, came forward to challenge him. One by one he met them in battle, gave them a taste of his skill and prowess in fighting and flung them from their horseback to meet the doom they so much deserved. Now it was his turn to challenge the warriors of Yazid to come forward. Seeing that in spite of his handicaps, he was capable of displaying valour and battle craft for which his grandfather Ali had acquired name and fame and which had struck terror into the hearts of enemies of Islam none dared to come forward.
Ali Akbar had received several gaping wounds in the course of his victorious single combats. He was fast losing blood and the effect of his thirst was getting accentuated with every second that was passing. He realized that the treacherous enemies would attack him en masse. He had left his mother in a dazed condition. An irresistible urge to see his dear ones for the last time seized him and he turned his horse towards his camp.
He found his father standing at the doorstep of the tent and his mother and aunt standing inside the tent. Husain had been watching the battles of this thirsty youth and the two ladies were watching his face: they knew that if any calamity befell Ali Akbar, Husain's expression would indicate it. Whilst watching Husain's face, they were both praying offering silent prayers:
O Allah, Who brought back Ismail to Hajra; O Allah, Who granted the prayers of the mother Musa and restored her son to her; O Allah, Who reunited Yakoob with his son Yusuf in response to the aged father's supplications, grant us our one wish to see Ali Akbar for once.
Was it the effect of these prayers that brought back Ali Akbar to the camp?
Ali Akbar was now facing his aged father and his loving mother and Zainab. With an exclamation of joy and relief they clung to him. Husain lovingly embraced his son saying:
Bravo, my son. The gallantry you how displayed today reminded me of the battles of my revered father, Ali. The only difference was that, during his fights, my father Ali had not to battle against hunger and thirst as you had to.
Ali Akbar with his head bent replied:
Father, thirst is killing me because my wounds have added to its effect. It is usual to ask for rewards from parents for celebrating victories in single combats and I would have asked for a cup of refreshing water from you. But alas! I know that you have not even a drop of water with which you can quench the thirst of the young children. Father, knowing this, I shall not embarrass you by asking for water. I have come only to see you and my dear ones for the last time.
Ali Akbar met each and every one of his family. The second parting was sad as the first one, perhaps sadder. Without being told, every one realised that this was the last time they were beholding Akbar. Fizza, the faithful maid of Fatima and Zainab, was as disconsolate with grief as Zainab and Umme Laila. Husain followed Ali Akbar out of the tent. As he rode away, Husain walked behind him with a brisk pace for some distance, as a man follows his sacrificial lamb in Mina. When Akbar disappeared from his sight, he turned heavenwards and, with his hands raised, he prayed:
O Allah, Thou art my Witness that on this day I have sent away for sacrifice one whom I loved and cherished most, to defend the cause of righteousness and truth.
He sat on the ground as if trying to listen expectantly to some call from the battlefield.
It was not very long before he received a wailing call, a call from Ali Akbar, a call of anguish and pain:
Father, Akbar has fallen with a mortal wound in his chest. Father, come to me for I have not long to live. If you cannot reach me, I convey my last salutations to you and my dear ones.
Though Husain was anticipating such a call, what a ghastly effect it had on him! He rose from the ground and fell; he rose again and fell again. With one hand on his heart he struggled to his feet. Torrential tears were flooding his eyes. He rushed in the direction from which the cry had come. It seemed as Husain's strength had ebbed away on hearing that fateful cry of his dearest son, for he was falling at every few steps. He was sobbing:
Akbar, give me another shout so that I can follow its direction. Akbar, my sight is gone with the shock I have received and there is nobody to guide me to where you lie.
Abbas came rushing to the aid of his master. Holding his hand he led him on to the place from where Akbar's dying cry had come.
Now Husain was stumbling his way onwards resting his hands on Abbas' shoulders. The distance seemed interminable but at last Husain and Abbas reached the place where Akbar was lying in a pool of his own blood. Ah, that tragic sight! May no father have occasion to see his young on in such a conditions. With one hand on his chest covering a deep wound from which blood was gushing out, with his face writhing with pain, Akbar was lying on the ground prostrate and unconscious. With the agony he was enduring on account of the wound and the thirst that he was Offering, he was digging his feet into the sand. With a cry of anguish Husain fell on the body of Akbar.
My son, tell me where you are hurt; tell me who has wounded you in the chest. Why don't you say something? My Akbar, I have come in response to your call. Say one word to me, Akbar.
Seeing that Akbar was lying there without any response to his entreaties, Husain turned to Abbas and said:
Abbas, why don't you tell Akbar to say something to me. My dutiful son, who used to get up on seeing me, is lying on the ground pressed by the hand of death.
Husain once again flung himself on the body of Akbar. His breathing was now heavier, a gurgling sound was coming from his throat. It seemed that his young life was engaged in an uneven struggle with death. Husain put his head on Akbar's chest. He lifted it and put his own cheeks against Akbar's and wailed
Akbar, for once open your eyes and smile, as you were always smiling to gladden my heart.
Though Akbar did not open his eyes, a faint smile appeared on his lips as if he had listened to his father's request. With the sweet smile still playing on his lips, he heaved a gasp and with that his soul departed. The cheeks of the father were still touching the cheeks of the son, in death as so many time in life.
On seeing his son, his beloved son, breathe his last in his own hands, Husain's condition became such as no words can describe. For quite some time he remained there weeping as only an aged father who has lost a son, in his prime of youth, in such tragic circumstances, can weep. Abbas sat there by his side shedding tears. What words of consolation could he offer when the tragedy was of such a magnitude? All words of solace and comfort would sound hollow and be in vain when a father, an aged father, gives vent to his pent up emotions. After a time, Abbas reverentially touched Husain on his shoulders and reminded him that, since he had rushed out of the camp, Zainab and the other ladies of his house were waiting for him, tormented by anxiety, demented by the thoughts of the tragedy that had befallen them. Only mention of this was enough for Husain. He knew that, as the head of the family, it was his duty to rally by the side of the grief-stricken mother, his grief-stricken sister Zainab, and the children for whom this bereavement was the greatest calamity.
Husain slowly rose from the ground and tried to pick up the dead body of Akbar but he himself fell on the ground. Abbas, seeing this, bent over him and said:
My master, Abbas is still alive by your side. How can I leave you carry the body of Akbar and remain a silent spectator. Let me carry his body to the camp. "
No Abbas, replied Husain, let me do this as a last token of my love. To hold him by my heart, even in his death, gives me some comfort, the only comfort that is now left to me.
Saying this, he made all the efforts that he was capable of and, assisted by Abbas, he lifted the body of Akbar. Clasping it close to his bosom, he started the long walk to his camp. How he reached is difficult to say. It would not be too much to imagine that his grandfather Muhammad, his father Ali, his brother Hasan and perhaps his mother Fatima had descended from heaven to help him in this task.
Husain reached the camp and laid down Akbar's body on the ground. He called Umme Laila and Zainab and Kulsum, Sakina and Rokayya, Fizza and the other ladies of the house to see the face of Akbar for the last time. The loving mother came, the loving aunts came, the children came, and surrounded the body of Ali Akbar. They looked at Akbar's face and then at Husain's. They knew that their weeping would add to Husain's grief which was already brimful. Ali Akbar's mother went up to her husband, and with stifled sobs and bent head, she said to him:
My master, I am proud of Akbar for dying such a noble death. He has laid down his life in the noblest cause and this thought will sustain me through the rest of my life. I implore you to pray for me, to pray for ail of us, that Almighty Allah may grant us patience and solace.
Saying this she turned to the dead body of her son lying on the ground and put her face on his. Zainab and Kulsum, Sakina and Rokayya had all flung themselves on Akbar's body. The tears that were flowing from their eyes were sufficient to wash away the clotted blood from the wounds of Akbar.
Husain sat for a few minutes near the dead body of his son; the son whom he had lost in such tragic circumstances; the son who had died craving for a drop of water to quench his thirst. He felt dazed with grief. He was awakened from his stupor by Qasim, the son of his brother, who had come to seek his permission to go to the battlefield. He rose from the ground, wiped the tears from his aged eyes and muttered
" Verily from God we come, and unto Him is our return . "
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