“Father, I am so used to sleeping on your chest every night.

“Father, I am so used to sleeping on your chest every night. Tell me, father, how will I go to sleep without you. Father, one last request! Please let me lie down one more time on your chest, father.” Husayn laid down on the sands of Karbala’. Little Sakina put her head on her fathers chest. After a few seconds, Sakina got up and said: “Go, father, go. Fi aman Allah, father.” Husayn mounted his horse and headed for the battlefield.