فَالْتَفَتَتْ زَيْنَبُ فَرَأَتْ رَأْسَ أَخِيهَا فَنَطَحَتْ...
She -asws struck her ‑asws head with the front of the carriage until we saw the blood emerging from beneath her -asws veil, and she -asws gestured towards it with a rag and went on to say: ‘ O crescent, when it is completely perfect, its eclipse loses it, and it begins going down. O brother -asws ! I -asws never imagined that this was a Written Decree. O my -asws brother -asws ! Fatima Al-Sughra -asws , speak to her -asws , for her -asws heart has almost melted!
Your -asws heart is compassionate to us -asws , what is the matter it has hardened and become a slab? O my -asws brother -asws ! If you -asws could see Ali -asws among the captives with the orphans, you -asws would not have tolerated any response. Every time they pain him -asws with the strike, he -asws calls out to you -asws , exerting the swelling of the tears being shed. O my -asws brother -asws ! Hug him -asws to you -asws and draw him -asws near and calm his -asws fearful heart!
How humiliated is the orphan when he calls his father, and he cannot see an answer!