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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Sorrow and Sufferings (10) The Loot Eerie silence hung over the battleground Broken occasionally by drum beating sounds The carnage, the massacre, of saintly souls Caused a shudder, in Islam's true believers' fold. The massacre being over, they raided they tents To loot and destroy, they were all fiendishly bent Helpless ladies and children, they mercilessly pashed Young innocent babes, to the ground they dashed.

Daughters of the Prophet, simple lives had led Coarse and patched clothes, were all they had Woven by Fatima, they were immensely treasured In terms of money, none could be measured. They were shamelessly looted of even their veils The Yazidi hordes outclassed, themselves, the devils Earrings were snatched of the child of Husayn She was slapped mercilessly, for crying in pain.

In stupor, lay the only surviving adult male Ali Zainal Abedeen was flogged as in horror tales After the looting, the tents were set on fire enmasse Hell was let loose, with a vengeance, quick and fast. Zaynab was perplexed, she was lost Perish in flames or face still worst This hour of trial, whom to consult Her nephew was unconscious, lying in dust.

"Ali Zainal Abedeen, I appeal to you As our Imam, tell us what are we to do?" He opened his eyes, burning with fever With utmost effort, advise he delivered. "To save our lives is a religious duty Go in the open and seek security." Ladies and children, they left the tent Salvaging what they could, as they went. The loot, the pandemonium, was soon over Burning embers of fire only hovered A partially burnt tent was all that remained A solitary witness of torture and blood stain.

The Ahl Bait cuddled together therein Shattered in mind and body, beyond dream The time had come almost to a standstill The night was in sorrow; one could feel. The mourning widows of Husayn's friends Their anguished hearts, who could mend? Zaynab and Kulthum consulted each other The orphaned children, they had to mother. Zaynab counted the children; one was missing To her dismay, it was Sakina, her darling "Tell me Sakina, where are you my child?" In wilderness, the echo was the only reply.

Frustrated, she ran towards the battlefield "Sakina is lost, your darling child Husayn, where shall I look for her?" She imploringly sobbed, in utter despair. The silvery moon, behind the clouds was hid The clouds dispersed, the ground was lit Lying with her head on Husayn's chest Little Sakina was sleeping in her usual nest.