An irresistible urge to see his dear ones for the last time...

An irresistible urge to see his dear ones for the last time seized him and he turned his horse towards his camp. He found his father standing at the doorstep of the tent and his mother and aunt standing inside the tent. Hussain had been watching the battles of this thirsty youth and the two ladies were watching his face: they knew that if any calamity befell Ali Akbar, Hussain's expression would indicate it.

Whilst watching Hussain's face, they were both praying offering silent prayers: O Allah, Who brought back Ismail to Hajra; O Allah, Who granted the prayers of the mother Musa and restored her son to her; O Allah, Who reunited Yakoob with his son Yusuf in response to the aged father's supplications, grant us our one wish to see Ali Akbar for once. Was it the effect of these prayers that brought back Ali Akbar to the camp? Ali Akbar was now facing his aged father and his loving mother and Zainab.

With an exclamation of joy and relief they clung to him. Hussain lovingly embraced his son saying: Bravo, my son. The gallantry you how displayed today reminded me of the battles of my revered father, Ali. The only difference was that, during his fights, my father Ali had not to battle against hunger and thirst as you had to. Ali Akbar with his head bent replied: Father, thirst is killing me because my wounds have added to its effect.

It is usual to ask for rewards from parents for celebrating victories in single combats and I would have asked for a cup of refreshing water from you. But alas! I know that you have not even a drop of water with which you can quench the thirst of the young children. Father, knowing this, I shall not embarrass you by asking for water. I have come only to see you and my dear ones for the last time. Previous…