‘Ali Asghar was very thirsty.

‘Ali Asghar was very thirsty. Husayn took his baby son to get some water. ‘Ali Asghar, the young soldier, did not get any water. Instead he got an arrow in his neck. Imam Husayn and Bibi Rubab dug a grave themselves and buried ‘Ali Asghar. Our poor Imam inflicted with so much suffering in just one day! So many dead in one day! Husayn is all alone, thirsty, tired and heartbroken. he stood in the centre of the camp and cried out: “My salaam to you, O Zainab, O Umm Kulthoom!

My salaam to you O Ruqayya! O Kubra! O Sakina! My salaam to you O Rubab! O Laila! O Umm Farwah! O Amma Fizza!…... Fi aman Allah! Fi aman Allah!” All the ladies gathered around Husayn. They all cried and cried as they said their last farewell to Husayn. “Zainab . . . . Take me to my son, Zainul Abideen. Zainab, let me say Fi aman Allah to my son, Sayyid al-Sajjad.” Husayn and Zainab went to Imam Zainul Abideen's tent. Sayyid al-Sajjad was lying unconscious on his bed.

Bibi Zainab shook his shoulder and said: “Son, Sajjad! Your father has come to see you. Sayyid al-Sajjad opened his eyes. He saw his father, who was wearing white clothes, marked with blood spots everywhere. “My son Sajjad! I have come to say Fi aman Allah. I am going to the battlefield.” “Why you Baba? Where is Habib Ibn Mazaahir?” “Qutil, my son! Habib has been killed, my son.” “Baba! Baba! ainna aaina, ‘Abbas? Baba, where is uncle ‘Abbas?” “Qutil, my son, qutil.

‘Abbas has been killed, my son.” “Baba…., ainna ainna ‘Ali Akbar? Where is ‘Ali Akbar?” “Qad qutil ‘Ali Akbar has been killed, son Sajjad.” Tears poured from Husayn's and Zainab's eyes, as Sayyid al-Sajjad enquired about ‘Ali Akbar. “Son Sajjad! Don't ask me about anyone else! My son, everyone is dead, except for you and me” Sayyid al-Sajjad tried to get up from his bed. He said: “Auntie! Auntie Zainab! Give me my sword. I will go to the battlefield.

I will save my father's life.” “No, son Sajjad, no! You are too sick for Jihad. Son Sajjad, your Jihad is still to come.” Imam Husayn continued……. “Son Sajjad, you will have a lot of work to do after my death. You will face lots of hardship and suffering, my son. Sajjad! Stay on the true path. Son Sajjad, do not be afraid to fight for truth and justice. Sajjad……Just be patient! Son Sajjad, maintain your patience at all times. Son, Allah is with people who remain patient.

Patience, my son, patience.” Imam Husayn continued: “My son Sajjad, convey my salaam to all my friends, my Shi'as, when you reach Medina.