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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Sorrow and Sufferings (12) The Devil's Den Through the desert of Mesopotamia they marched on Falling every few feet, due to sheer exhaustion Ali Zainal Abedeen was mercilessly whipped Even if he stumbled, even if he tripped. Sakina fell down from the camel's bare-back Zaynab raised an alarm; she was taken aback The soldiers were intoxicated, they paid no heed Without any succour, she would perish indeed!

In desperation, Zaynab turned towards the spear "Husayn, fallen down is your daughter dear; I am helpless, my feet and hands are bound." The spear, with Husayn's head, got planted down! Khooli jumped down, to uproot the spear The stooges rushed forth, from far and near The spear remained stuck as if cemented The impact would be great, if soldiers got scent.

Shimr approached Ali; his anger was boiling The Imam looked at the head; tears were trickling He turned his gaze, Zaynab caught his weeping eye "Sakina has toppled over, the child may die!" Shimr picked up the unconscious exhausted child Dumping her in Zaynab's arms, rushed the hostile Khooli could now lift the spear from the ground The caravan proceeded quietly, onwards bound.

The Syrian desert was strewn with prickly thorns Marching bare foot, like on painful corns The torture was borne, with patience and calm God was the healer, soothing was his balm! For few hours they halted, each tiresome night Feasting, the vulturous soldiers were a sight Food and water, for prisoners was rationed Barely enough to sustain them, was the caution.

They reached a mountain top, quite secluded A hermitage of a holy and pious recluse The heads of the martyrs, Shimr gave For safe custody, in his solitary cave. The prophets descended to guard the head Startled and baffled, he awoke from his bed Rushing out of the monastery, Shimr he awoke "Whose heads are these?" boldly he spoke.

"The grandson of had defied The authority of Yazid ibn Moawiyah" Shimr cried "For refusing to accept his spiritual suzerainty He had been butchered at Karbala, ruthlessly." The hermit was shocked, beyond any words "You cursed people, fie upon you cowards Beheading your own Prophet's beloved grandson, His helpless family you now hold at ransom!" Shimr lost his temper, he was enraged; With one sweep of the sword, he chopped his head.

For Islam's injunctions, he had scant regard To grant protection to those dedicated to God.