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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Sorrow and Sufferings (9) The Supreme Sacrifice The sad day dawned, the heavens were aghast Truth was at stake; the die had been cast Never had they witnessed, so supreme a test Between falsehood at its worst and truth at its best! For three torturous days and three miserable nights Husayn's small band, were in a waterless plight; The babes, they licked, their mother's tongues, Parched and thorny, they weepingly let it hung.

His faith in God was sublime, beyond any dream His patience, spoke of complete surrender to Him Even in his worst hour, from the material eye, He was calm and unperturbed, not afraid to die! Husayn was fully alive to things at stake He well knew what would be his family's fate He was aware that 'twas his martyr's cup He showed absolutely no grief when his time was up.

He endeavored to make a last attempt But the foes were all determined and bent To spill his blood, they thought it an honor Such is the fate of all the world's warners. "Speak, O, you Kufi's, is this how You invite your guests and treat them now?

You summoned our aid, you one and all You, as our Imam, must heed our call." "Truth is being trampled, we look to you, To uphold the flame, come to our rescue Treachery is, indeed, a satanic vile But in this you are ahead by miles." "I beg you ponder what you do Verily, those that can see, are few Three honorable offers, I have to make For no blood should spill for my sake." "If my life is what Yazid desires Why should Muslims' blood, be the hire To Yazid, I request, you do me lead No share, you have, in this foul deed." "Or let me, to Jihad, go and die For this life, no fear have I I will fight in the cause of God Till death, descends from my Lord." "If not, let me to Hejaz return You will Muhammad's pleasure earn For was he not my Grand Sire?

Verily, a shield against hell's fire!'' "Know for sure, that I am he Whom God has granted Heaven's key We live for the Lord and His pleasure We seek not the world, nor it's treasure." "The flame of truth, is what we hold Let none of you, I pray, make bold To subdue the flame not those that hold Though your heart may yearn for gold." The foes were silent, their mouths were shut Only thirty of them felt genuine hurt They demanded to know why Husayn's fair offer, Could not be accepted and considered as proper.