" "Even tired grooms do not sleep soundly as you do I weep for you in pain...

" "Even tired grooms do not sleep soundly as you do I weep for you in pain, and yet you do not move" In his unconscious state Akbar heard Husain's cries The obedient son opened his arms and sighed Husain held Akbar to His chest and wept in pain Showed the thirsty son, His own tongue, parched and dry And said "Oh dearest Akbar, not a drop I could find I couldn't get any water, Oh dearest son of mine" Tears flowed from Akbar's bloodied eyes He looked at Husain heard his father's cries And whispered "Mother Zahra has come for me" He took his last breath, shuddered and sighed Eyes open toward Husain, Ali Akbar passed away Resting in his Father's arms, nothing more did he say Historians say that the moment Akbar died Zainab left the camp, "Oh my Ali Akbar" she cried Her chador now forgotten, so intense was her grief The ladies followed her, wailing, teary‑eyed The desert air echoed with their grief‑stricken cries "Oh Ali Akbar, Ali Akbar" in unison they cried "Take me to Akbar, show me where he lies Have mercy on me, guide me, hear my painful cries My Brother sits alone with His wounded, youthful son Behind a cloud hides my moon, show me" Zainab cried "In grief I'm now blinded, where must I go?

I'm searching for my son, look at my tears flow" Hearing Zainab's cries Husain ran to her side Covering her with His cloak, her face He tried to hide And said "My Zainab, why did you leave the camp? Oh daughter of Ali, dead is my joy and pride" "Bruised with spears, he lies on the desert floor What do you wish to see Oh Sister? Akbar is no more" Previous…