My darlings...

My darlings, if anything happens to Uncle Husayn, while you are still alive, I will be filled with shame. My ‘Aun - Muhammad, I will not be able to face your grandmother, Bibi Fatimah, on the Day of Judgement. Please, my dearest sons, don't let me down. Be the first ones to sacrifice your lives.” ‘Ashura’ came. ‘Ali Akbar gave the Adhan. Imam Husayn led the Fajr prayers. The day was already very hot. The battle began. Imam Husayn's army of 72 thirsty and hungry men, against 20,000 of Yazid's men.

Hurr went to the battlefield and was martyred by Yazid's beasts. One-by-one, Husayn's companions went to the battlefield and were killed. Since dawn, Bibi Zainab was watching the bodies being brought to the tent - one-by-one. She called her sons, ‘Aun - Muhammad. “My sons, what are you waiting for? Why have you not been to the battlefield yet? Go and fight the enemies of Islam.” “Mother, since dawn, we have been to Uncle Husayn many times for permission to fight. He keeps refusing us.

Mother, you help us. Ask Uncle Husayn to give us permission to fight Jihad.” Bibi Zainab called her brother, Husayn, to her tent. “Brother Husayn! I have been like a mother to you, haven't I? Husayn, your mother is begging you to let ‘Aun - Muhammad go to the battlefield.” “Zainab, my sister, Jihad is not wajib on children. How can I let my sister's sons be killed while I am still alive? No, Zainab, no!” “Husayn, my brother!

If ‘Ali Akbar dies before ‘Aun- Muhammad, how will I be able to face our mother on the Day of Judgement. My brother, I will be filled with shame. Please, brother! Let them go.” Husayn saw the disappointment on Zainab's face. Her eyes were filled with tears. Husayn put his arms around ‘Aun - Muhammad and led them to their horses. He kissed them and helped them mount their horses.

“Go, go and show those beastly men that you have the blood of Ja’far and ‘Ali in your veins.” ‘Aun - Muhammad looked at their mother and said: “ Fi aman Allah, mother! Fi aman Allah, mother!” “Fi aman Allah, my sons.” ‘Aun - Muhammad rode out on to the battlefield. They fought bravely together. They were the grandsons of Ja’far and ‘Ali. They pushed the enemies back. Hundreds of Yazid's men were killed.

‘Abbas and Husayn watched the two brothers fight so fiercely despite being thirsty for three days. ‘Abbas, who had trained ‘Aun - Muhammad in the art of sword fighting, was filled with pride. Umar Saad, Yazid's commander, got worried.