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📌Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Remembering Karbala Once Again Husain’s Eighteen Year old Soldier Most Revered Ali Akbar (‘a) ("Daulat koi dunya mein pisar se nahin behtar") No greater wealth than your children in this world No greater peace than their peace in this world just as no better flavor than a freshly picked fruit Or the fragrance of a rose with dew in its swirls Soothing your troubled heart, they make you whole They are your comfort, they calm your troubled soul Ask a master of the loss of a household destroyed Ask the members of the household who can only cry Ask a parent of the ruin the death of a child brings Ask Husain of Akbar's parting, the answer is in his sighs May a parent never so suffer, nor a child thus part In the tears of a mourning parent, is the blood of a bleeding heart When the dastardly arrows pierced Akbar's heart His breathing became labored and almost stopped He thought of Husain, as he fell from his horse And he cried out "Oh Father from you now I part" "Pray come to this wounded son, so alone, so bruised Come help your Ali Akbar, whom you're about to lose" Hearing His son's cries, Husain's heart sank His legs gave way, He dropped often to the sands With every breath He felt He could breathe no more "Oh Asadullah" He cried, clutched His heart in pain With shock His face ashen, desert dust in His hair Trembling, He rose again; blinded, He stared He shouted "Oh Ali Akbar, which way do I comes Do I search in the sand dunes under the blazing sun?