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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Sorrow and Sufferings (8) The Gems On Ashoor night, he called his friends So pure and noble, each was a rare GEM To induce them to leave, with their dear ones For his sake, he declared, should suffer none. With rolling tears and heads bent down Their love for Husayn knew no bound Their burning desire, their goal of life Was to defend Husayn, in this strife.

"It is my life that Yazid desires I permit you, one and all, to retire The sufferings, you have so far faced, Speaks volumes for your loyalty and faith!" To avoid embarrassment, he put out the lights For dark was the night, to aid their flight When the lights were lit, after quite sometime None had moved, even an inch, from the line. "You are to us everything; how can we explain?

Without you, life is nothing!" they exclaimed "Not merely we love, venerate, and adore, he put out the lights For dark was the night, to aid their flight When the lights were lit, after quite sometime None had moved, even an inch, from the line. "You are to us everything; how can we explain?

Without you, life is nothing!" they exclaimed "Not merely we love, venerate, and adore you, Each single act of yours kindles truth and love anew!" Habib, Muslim, Buraire and Zuhair Ibn Kain Expressed these sentiments, all in one strain Such devotion, such ecstasy, the world had not seen Even among companions of 'Hayder' nor of 'Al Amin'. What brave souls were these followers of Husayn? What unique attachments of theirs, he had gained?

From different walks of life they came Their object was, absolutely, one and the same. With what simplicity, the noble Jaun exclaimed "O, my lord, I am a Negro slave" he maintained "Let my blood mingle with the martyrs blood, To prove that we too are of the same mud." In the face of trials and tribulations, He had only one solace and consolation; A band of faithful and fearless human beings The like of whom, the world had not seen.

Habib Ibn Mazahir, was a childhood devoted friend He literally followed Husayn, wherever he went He veneratingly kissed the ground, Husayn tread He was loved by the Prophet and lovingly caressed. He was in Kufa, when he heard of Husayn's plight "For Karbala, I shall leave the very same night." With encouragement from his wife, a noble lady His faithful slave, kept for him all things ready.