Al-Husayn (‘a) received his blood in his hand then threw it...

Al-Husayn (‘a) received his blood in his hand then threw it up towards the heavens. Imam Abu Ja’far al-Baqir (‘a) has said, “Not a drop of it fell.”[^11] In this regard, the Hujjah of the Progeny of Muhammad (S), may Allah hasten his reappearance, says, “Peace be unto ‘Abdullah, the slaughtered infant, the one shot with an arrow, the one whose blood was shed in a most cruel manner and whose blood ascended to the heavens, the one slaughtered with an arrow in his father's lap!

The curse of Allah be upon the person who shot him, Harmalah Ibn Kahil al-Asadi, and upon his kinsfolk.”[^12] Hard it is for me how you carried your thirsty babe And the fire of his thirst could not be quenched. From the parching of the sun his voice changed, In a tribulation from which what is solid melts. You came to the people asking for water, But how could you reach the watering place? For the bow surrounded his neck as if It was a string of the crescent wherein the star rests.

And on the prairie, in the tents, are mourners Pointing to your babe with agony and repeat; How many an infant did their arrows suckle One Fatima would have rather nursed? So my soul weeps for him since the arrow surrounded him Just as it was decorated before by amulets. He yearned smiling for the Prophet's grandson to plant his kiss To bid him farewell, and what else other than Such kissing suits him?

My heart goes for the infant's mother when the night descends Upon her, and when the doves mourn. In the dark does she come to see her babe As his mark showed among the victims; So once she saw the arrow in his neck planted, She wished she shared his arrow of death In her hands she places him as she kisses his lips And kisses a neck before her the arrow had kissed. She brought him closer to her chest in earnest So once she sings lullabies for him and once she to him talks: Son!

Wake up from the slumber of death! My breast should you suck. Maybe my heart will then calm down... Son! I have milk for you, and I know your thirst So maybe I thereby quench your burning thirst. Son! You used to entertain me in my loneliness And my solace whenever the oppressors oppress.[^13] Al-Husayn (‘a) said, “ What decreases my affliction is the fact that it is witnessed by Allah Almighty. [^14] O Allah! It is not less in Your esteem than the life of a son! Lord!