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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Sorrow and Sufferings (7) The Betrayal Pin drop horrifying silence prevailed all round The mosque of Kufa stood on hallowed ground Treachery it had witnessed time and again It was the mosque where Ali had been slain.
The town crier was reading the Governor's decree "To associate with Muslim will not go free He is an emissary of Prophet's grandson, Husayn Who has refused allegiance to Yazid, with disdain." When the prayer was over, Muslim looked back The mosque was empty, earlier it was packed He glanced at his host, Hani Ibn Urwah No words were needed, only a breath choking, Ah!
The packed mosque had just witnessed jubilant scenes So great was the rush to swear allegiance to Muslim They had madly jostled and vied with each other In honoring Muslim, as Husayn's cousin brother. They exchanged glances, the picture was clear For their own lives they had absolutely no fear To inform Master Husayn was the sole prime need Whom could they trust? No, none, indeed!
Hani rushed out, choked to the brim He had in his house, two sons of Muslim He whisked them out by the back door For safety's sake, there was no other go. Muhammad and Ibrahim, two innocent lads Were anxiously awaiting return of their dad They were now on the road; alone, all alone! The cruel treacherous world was now their home.
Soon was Hani's house completely surrounded The hopes he had nourished were soon grounded He fought the armed troops of upstart Obeidullah The odds were too heavy; he prayed to Allah!
He was soon overpowered and chained There was now no hope which remained His only thought was to inform post haste To Husayn, of the events and breach of faith After Hani's departure, he reflected a while A train of thoughts flowed, mile after mile Hani was sincere, there was no iota of doubt But if in danger, whom could he for help shout.
He thought of his sons, the two young kids In the house of Hani, he hoped they were hid He prayed to God to spare him for a little while So that, to Husayn, he could send the secret file. It was night, he had no place to go Tired and forlorn, his walk was slow Curfew was imposed, no soul stirred out The search was on in all possible hideouts. He sat for a while and leaned against the door The door of a house with an old muddy floor An old lady came out to see who it was "My son!