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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Maqtal al-Husayn Post Martrydom Events ** ** O Kufians! Do you know what liver of the Messenger of Allah (S) have you cut off? Do you know what blood you have shed? Which daughter of his have you frightened? What sanctity of his have you violated? Should you be surprised if the sky rains blood? Surely in the torment of the hereafter there is more shame, and they shall not be helped!

--- “Umm Kulthum” Zainab The Eleventh Night And what a night it was for the daughters of the Messenger of Allah (S) whom lofty eminence never forsook ever since they were born! It was only yesterday that they lived in the pavilions of greatness and the chambers of dignity, lit during the day by the sun of Prophethood and during the night by the star of caliphate and by the lanterns emitting the radiance of sanctity.

During this night, they were left in the pitch dark, having lost those shining lights, their belongings plundered, their chambers burnt, fear overwhelming them. They remained among the corpses of those who used to be their protectors. Now they have neither protectors nor defenders. They do not know anyone who could defend them if they were to be attacked, or who would repel those who might terrorize them, or who would calm and pacify those who have lost their loved ones.

Yes, there were among them children crying in anguish. There were mothers of children waned by the arrows, sisters of those who were martyred, mothers who lost their sons. And they were mourning their dear ones. Next to them were body parts amputated, corpses slashed and cut, necks covered with blood. And they were in a desolate desert... Behind the low marshes stood the army of treachery savouring its “victory”: the recklessness of winners and the meanness of vanquishers.

Besides all of this, they did not know what the morning would bring them and what the caller would announce. Will he announce their slaughter, or will they be taken captive? None other than the ailing Imam (‘a) could defend them, had he only been able to defend himself against the danger of being killed. A nurse set out to suckle her infant With feelings that caused her infant to die of patience. She saw his cradle, with grief after him overflowing, And it used to overflow with happiness.

And her breast with her pure milk is weighed For her infant used to overflow.