Hamid Ibn Muslim said to him, “Shame on you!

Hamid Ibn Muslim said to him, “Shame on you! Killing a young boy!” Shimr said, “Ibn Ziyad has ordered to kill all of the children of Husayn.” Hamid sent a messenger to ask ‘Umar if it was true, and ‘Umar denied. Zaynab put her body on ′Ali and said, “You cannot kill him without killing me!” ‘Umar went to check the aftermath and see the women and the battlefield. When the women saw him they cried in his face and cursed him. The army wanted to hurt them but he refused.

He ordered them to restrain themselves, and assigned a group to guard them. He called and asked his army, “Who would be willing to come forward and run his horses on the chest of Husayn?’’ Ten of them replied, and they trampled over the bodies of the Imam and his followers. ‘Umar ordered the heads to be cut off, and all of them were cut off. He distributed them among the chiefs of the various tribes.

The tribe of Hurr saved his head from being cut, and took his body away from the battlefield before the army rode their horses over the bodies. Then ‘Umar sent the head of Imam Husayn with Khuwali Ibn Yazid and Hamid Ibn Muslim; and the rest of the heads were sent with Shimr. Khuwali took the head and hid it in Kufah away from his wife because he knew that she was a Follower. When she heard women crying for the Imam, she realized that it was the head of Imam Husayn and never put on perfume again.

In the morning he took the head to Ibn Ziyad, and recited this poem, “O governor! You should fill my sacks with gold or silver! I have killed the most honorable master. The one who is best in genealogy And who had the best father and mother.” Ibn Ziyad said, “If you know he was like that, why did you kill him? By God, I am not going to give you anything!” ‘Umar remained in Karbāla’ with the rest of his army and the women until noon of the eleventh day.

He gathered all of his dead, buried them, and prayed on them. He left the Imam’s body and his followers without burial. After noon he left towards Kufah carrying all of the women and children. They were twenty women all together. ′Ali al‑Sajjad was twenty‑three years old. He was on a camel without saddle. His son, Imam Mohammad Baqir, was two years old. The women begged for the army to let them see the dead bodies on their way. The army agreed and took them.

When they saw the scene they fell on the bodies, each one kissing and crying on the bodies. Suddenly, Zaynab yelled, “O Muhammad! This is Husayn, stoned by catapults, mixed with blood and sand!