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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Sorrow and Sufferings (14) The Triumph Of Truth A day dawned, when there was a stir in the prison The jailors were puzzled; what could be the reason The Queen of Damascus, was visiting the prison To even imagine such a thing, was an act of treason!

Zainal Abedeen was in prayers, a guard entered the cell Fizza, the oldest amongst prisoners, he turned to tell About the visit of Her Highness, Queen Hind, and to ensure, That not a word of complaint was uttered, by way of censure. With her ladies-in-waiting, Hind entered the cell Gloomy, was the dungeon, unventilated and dark, as hell With bowed heads, and faces covered with long tresses, The ladies were sitting, with torn and tattered dresses.

An emaciated figure, with heavy chains and manacles Was busy with prayer, though unable to stand in shackles A lady, with her head, lay prostrate on a small grave In a corner of prison, portraying the sad and pitiable tale. Hind, was perplexed; she was dumb-founded Approaching the grave, the lady she sounded "My good lady, do let me know, who are you For what crimes, you are behind the bar?" "Which family you belong to? Whose grave is this?

Untold sufferings, your sorrowful face reveals." The lady burst into sobs; her lips were sealed Gently stroking her head, Hind herself kneeled. Another lady sat in a corner, surrounded by others She must be the one, who was, perhaps, their elder This was the lady, who had roared like a lion To hurl defiance at the court of the tyrant.

"What are the reasons for your sufferings and plight" Hind inquired of Zaynab; her tone was so polite "My husband is evading, annoyingly, my repeated inquiries On grounds, that they relate to governmental diaries." "Lady Fatima, I am seeing frequently in my dreams In a most disconsolate state, she is, so it seems; I am perplexed, I am unable to understand What all this means.