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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Hazrat Ali Akbar,the Beloved Son of Imam Hussain(a.s.) The Great Warrior Ali Akbar was now facing the enemy hordes. He was addressing the forces of Omar Ibn Saad with an eloquence which he had inherited from his Grandfather the Holy Prophet of Islam (S.A.W.). He was telling them that Hussain, his father, had done them no harm and had devoted his life to the cause of Islam. He was explaining to them that by shedding the blood of Hussain and his kinsmen.

They would be incurring the wrath of God and displeasure of the Prophet who had loved Hussain more than any other person. He was exhorting them not to smear their hands with the blood of a person so holy, so God-fearing and so righteous. His words cast a spell on the army of the opponents. The older ones from amongst them were blinking their eyes in amazement and wondering whether the Holy Prophet(S.A.W.) had descended from the Heavens to warn them against the shedding of Hussain's blood.

What a resemblance there was with the Prophet, in face, features and even mannerism! Even the voice was of Muhammad(S.A.W.)! But on second thoughts, they realized that this was Ali Akbar, the 18 year old son of Hussain, about whose close resemblance with the Prophet people were talking so much. Seeing the effect which Ali Akbar's address had produced on his soldiers, Amr Saad exhorted them to challenge him to single combat.

A few of them, coveting the honour and rewards they would get if they overpowered and killed this brave son of Hussain, emaciated by three days of hunger and thirst, came forward to challenge him. One by one he met them in battle, gave them a taste of his skill and prowess in fighting and flung them from their horseback to meet the doom they so much deserved. Now it was his turn to challenge the warriors of Yazid to come forward.

Seeing that in spite of his handicaps, he was capable of displaying valour and battle craft for which his grandfather Ali had acquired name and fame and which had struck terror into the hearts of enemies of Islam none dared to come forward. Ali Akbar had received several gaping wounds in the course of his victorious single combats. He was fast losing blood and the effect of his thirst was getting accentuated with every second that was passing.

He realized that the treacherous enemies would attack him en masse. He had left his mother in a dazed condition.