Some of them kept watering their bags anyway while others...

Some of them kept watering their bags anyway while others were defending them headed by the one who grew up in the very lap of Hayderi bravery, namely Abul-Fadhl, al-’Abbas. They brought the water while none of their enemies could even contemplate getting near them out of fear of that same brave hero. The ladies and the children, hence, were able to quench their thirst.[^2] We cannot overlook the fact that the amount of water brought to them was very little.

What could that quantity do to a band that numbered more than a hundred and fifty men, women, and children, or maybe even two hundred, all parched by thirst, drinking no more than once? Soon thirst returned to them; so, to Allah and to His Messenger is one's complaint. If the Pool's Waterer on the Day of Gathering be Hayder, Then the Waterer of the thirsty at Karbala’ is Abul-Fadl. Yet the heart of people's waterer on the Day of Gathering Is cooled, whereas this one's heart with the heat boils.

I stood by the water of the Euphrates and I still have been Telling it, though others are better in speech than I: “Why do you flow - may you not - and tended one day “To wash your own shame! “Have not the livers of Muhammad's Progeny flame-dried? “They were not cooled by water or by rain.

“You ought to fold your branches and cause them to wither “Out of grief and shame of their withered lips.” Said the Euphrates: “Listen, if you will, to what I say, “Accept my excuse, and do not increase your blame. “What you see are my tears when “Wailing after them became my affair.” May Allah reward on their behalf their uncle Abul-Fadl, O should only you have seen Abul-Fadl! He was a sword crafted by ‘Ali in his right hand, So his cub needed no polishing at all.

When 's sons are counted, Among their brothers he will surely be numbered. Never have I seen one thirsty around the water, Without drinking of it though his heart is on fire. His concern was only loyalty; few can be seen like that, Few can be so loyal to their loved ones.

By your severed right hand do I swear, And by your left one, the gatherer of all, By your perseverance in defending the Prophet's son At Karbala’, though terrifying, Something my mind cannot comprehend: He proved loyal to you not knowing Whether losing you terrified him Or whether the ‘Arsh was by fates subverted. Brother!