Night of Grief

Assalamu Alayka Ya Aba Abdillah
Sajjad, this is the voice of your grandmother Zahra
Nothing I say will prepare you for tomorrow
For no one has, or ever will, witness such sorrow
But Sajjad, what I'm about to tell you, carefully listen

For you a play a huge role in success of this mission

Sajjad, keep an eye on my Husayn when his companions depart 

Keep him strong, for this will just be the start

His companions will be killed, one by one

But soon after, his family too will be gone 

The men will be killed and our women abused

The children will plead for water but the enemies will refuse 

Sajjad, so soon after Husayn is slaughtered 

Yourself and the women will be brutally tortured

Sajjad, when our women are being countlessly whipped
And when the jewellery from their ears is ruthlessly ripped
And when of the Hijab on their heads they are stripped
Husayn will feel restless
Husayn will feel helpless
As chivalry was the way of his father
But he'll be gone and Zaynab will have no protector

Sajjad when he sees this happen whilst laying on the floor
His mind will cast back to the incident of the door
I recall his scream when that nail crushed my rib cage
His state of confusion, whether to cry or to rage
For I was the one who carried Jannah's scent
And my father's troubles went when my neck he smelt
But Sajjad, at least Husayn was there
My pain he would share
But who will support him in front of the enemy forces?

Who will prevent his body being trampled by the horses? 

My grandson, one sight in particular will tear him apart
When he sees Abbas separate from his limbs by Furaat 
Sajjad this is when Husayn's back will be broken
So prepare for your father's outpour of emotion
Whilst Abbas was alive, the women were safe
There wouldn't be a bruise on Sakina's face
But Sajjad one thing about Abbas will break the heart
And that is he will fail to bring water from Furaat
Sakina will watch an arrow cause the container to burst
And no one will be left to quench her thirst
Her hopes will shatter
But when she sees Abbas' body the thirst won't matter
She will see Abbas' body like a jigsaw puzzle
And will desperately cry out for her Abu Fadhl
But that will be it
Abbas will be dead
All that will remain is on a spear - his head

Sajjad, on seeing Asgher when out of thirst he quivers

Desperate for even just a drop from the river 

Your father will lay Asgher on the scorching sand

And will request the enemy to feed him with their hands

And their reluctance to give you won't understand 

But don't be surprised by the enemies refusal 

Newborn or grown man, these enemies are brutal 

An arrow will soar into this baby's neck 

The number of prongs I urge you to check 

And Asgher's wings will flap like a lifeless bird 

When a voice from the heavens will be heard 

'Ensure Asgher's blood doesn't drop to the floor' 

Even Karbala cannot handle this gore 

But Sajjad after this something else will happen

Something beyond what you could've imagined
And I plead that when you witness this event
That you comfort Sakina as she watches from the tent
As a man takes her place without her consent
For a part of your father was reserved for your sister
And every night she'd come and Husayn would come and kiss her
But tomorrow someone else will be sat on his chest
And Sakina will ask, 'does he also want to rest?'
She will wonder why he didn't ask her permission
Sajjad I beg you don't explain the reason for his position

Husayn's battle will end as he becomes shaheed 

As he hands over the baton for you to lead 

To complete this mission, your strength we'll need 

But Sajjad, the struggle only gets harder 

You won't even have time to mourn for your father 

Sakina in Shaam will ask for her Baba

His head on a plate will be the enemy's answer 

And that'll be too much. She'll cry. She'll die. 

But with your aunty Zaynab, you'll keep on going 

And the blood from the torture will keep on flowing 

But Sajjad, when you are blood-stained 

From the sharpened chains 

Know that this is what Allah ordained 

And to RasulAllah I have already complained 

So keep on going as there will be more trials to tackle  

So much so that after the battle 

You'll be asked to give the name of the place

Where there was the most hardship to face

And you'll remember the prison 

And you'll remember the women 

And the answer that'll be given 

Is Al-Shaam. Al-Shaam. Al-Shaam.