Lessons of Islam fit into every day

Lessons of Islam fit into every day

image_4711132.jpgby Imam Safdar Razi Ali
Saturday, August 21, 2004




It is reported that the Prophet Muhammad said:

“My Lord gave me nine (bits of) advice and I give them to you. He advised me:

  • To be sincere, whether in private or in public.
  • To do justice, whether in anger or in happiness.
  • To be moderate, whether in riches or in poverty.
  • To join (in relations) with those who (try to) cut me off.
  • To give to those who deprive me.
  • To forgive those who wrong me.
  • That my silence be thoughtful.
  • That my speech be mindful (of God).
  • That my vision be to take admonition.”

These pieces of advice contain the basic ethics of Islam, which is not an ordinary set of ethics but is divine and prophetic. These principles have lasting values and bring eternal blessings.

The challenge is to live by these principles, teach them to our younger generations, and to form and build a community of faithful who are willing to dedicate themselves to them.

Here is a brief description of the principles:

Sincerity: The messenger of God was a sincere person who had purity of heart and mind. He taught people that true honesty was to act in private as one would act in public.

Justice: Justice and fair dealing with all people was the lifestyle of Muhammad. He taught people to act justly, in both word and deed, even with those who hated him and who mistreated him.

Moderation: Moderation is the message of Islam in everything; the prophet condemned extremism. One day, he heard some of his companions talking about praying nonstop, giving up food and abstaining from their marital relations for the sake of God. The prophet immediately counseled them that what God has made lawful, they should not forbid upon themselves. He also taught people to be generous in moderation, whether they had little to give or much to give, and that their sustenance would be increased if they were generous with others.

Forgiveness: Islam teaches that one should forgive as much as possible. The greatest forgiveness is to pardon someone while one is capable of punishing. Prophet Muhammad gave the best example when he was willing to forgive his enemies who had driven him and his followers out of their homes in Mecca and tortured and murdered some of his best followers and beloved relatives. When they returned in full force to reclaim their homes, the prophet strictly forbade any revenge, and he gave amnesty to all in the city.

Peace: The prophet was a peaceful person for whom war was always the last option. There were even periods when the enemies and opponents of Islam wanted to buy some time to strengthen themselves, regrouped and offered peace treaties. The prophet accepted such offers, even knowing their true intentions, and used to take every opportunity for promoting peace. He had historic peace agreements with many Jewish tribes, Christian tribes and others.

Family time: The prophet divided his time into three segments: one for prayers and supplications to God, one to listen to the people and fulfill their requests, and one for being with his family. He emphasized respect and companionship with women in the family, and treating them with compassion and care. He told his companions that the best among them was the one who was best toward his wife. Similarly, he taught that a daughter is a great blessing in the house, and that paradise lies under a mother’s feet, i.e., is earned by serving her.

The truthful and the trustworthy: He was a man of great trust and truth, and was called “the trustworthy, the truthful” by his people since childhood. Even those who did not believe in his teachings kept their trust in his character and used to submit their disputes to him for judgment. He was known as a man of good humor and a gentle smile, but he never used to tell lies, even in jest.

May all of us strive to better follow the example of the prophet Muhammad!

Safdar Razi Ali is the Imam for the Islamic Ahlul Bayt Association, a participant in Austin Area Interreligious Ministries



Clearing up misconceptions of Islam

Clearing up misconceptions of Islam

image_4711132.jpgby Hujjatul Islam Sheikh Safdar Razi

Islam is a religion offering peace, social justice and respect for life to every human, regardless of religion. Any nation or country that practices and respects these values has no conflict with Islam.

Here is what the Quran says about some of the world’s current concerns.


Holy Quran 8: 61-62. “But if the enemy (‘enemy’ refers to those who fight Islam and oppress Muslims) inclines toward peace, do thou also incline toward peace, and trust in God.”

The great disciple and the successor of Prophet Muhammad, Imam Ali, instructed his governor in Egypt, “Do not reject peace to which your enemy may call you and wherein there is the pleasure of Allah, because peace brings rest to your army, relief from your worries and safety for your country. . . . If you include an agreement between yourself and your enemy or enter into a pledge with him, then fulfill your agreement and discharge your pledge faithfully.”


Holy Quran 60: 8. “God forbids you not, with regard to those who do not fight you for your faith nor drive you out of your homes, from dealing kindly and justly with them; for God loves those who are just.”

Holy Quran 4:58. “. . .When ye judge between man and man, that ye judge with justice. . .”

Respect for life

In Islam, fighting is only to be done in a defensive manner, and without exceeding certain limits. Islam condemns any killing of innocent people, and also prohibits suicide. Even in war, it lays down strict rules of combat that prohibit harming civilians, destroying crops, trees, livestock and the infrastructure of any city or country. Some scholars condone suicide in certain strict circumstances. For example, if there are no other options to save innocent people, then one may sacrifice his own life to protect others, but should not harm any innocent people.


Holy Quran 2: 256. “There is no compulsion in religion.” Therefore, people cannot be forced to practice Islam.

Respecting religions

Islam permits people of other religions to live on Islamic land and gives them freedom to practice their religion without violating the laws of an Islamic system. Muslims and non-Muslims can coexist in the same land.

Holy Quran 2:62. “Those who believe in the Quran, and those who are Jews, and the Christians and the Sabians, whoever believes in God and the Last Day, and does righteousness, shall have their reward with their Lord. . .”


Why have so many Muslims around the world taken the Quran out of context?

The entire religion cannot be blamed for the malpractice of its followers. We see many Christians and Jews disobeying the Ten Commandments, for example, by committing adultery or lying. Should we say then that Christianity and Judaism are religions of wrongdoing, just because many of their followers commit wrongdoing? Certainly not.

What are the fundamental reasons that a book of prayer, love and devotion has become a basis of “holy war”?

In its early days, followers of Islam were persecuted by non-Muslims, just as followers of Judaism and Christianity were persecuted in their early days. Some of the verses in the Quran regarding fighting have been taken out of context as these verses refer historically to the time when Islam was evolving and wars were being waged against it. Some Muslims refer to any war in defense of Islam and the rights of Muslims as a “holy war.” Holy Quran 2:190. “Fight in the cause of God those who fight you, but do not transgress limits; for God loves not transgressors.”

Why is there so much misunderstanding between Muslims and non-Muslims?

This is due primarily to bad publicity about relatively few and isolated acts. Another reason is the social gaps between Muslims and non-Muslims caused by their social, cultural and language differences. Leaders on both sides often exploit these differences for their own political goals. We can bridge these gaps by reaching out to each other.

Islam does not mean “offer peace” in Arabic; it means “submission” to the will of Allah (i.e., God).

“Islam” comes from two Arabic root words, “silm” and “salim.” It has many different meanings. One is indeed to submit (to God), and the other is peace. Explained another way, submission to the will of God promotes peace.

Sheikh Safdar Razi is affiliated with the Islamic Ahlul Bayt Association (IABA) of Austin.


What does Islam say about life after death? A primer on what happens in the next world

What does Islam say about life after death? A primer on what happens in the next world.

image_4711132.jpg By Safdar Razi

The Quran mentions that death is inevitable and cannot be delayed nor advanced. The time of death has been pre-determined for everyone.

When a person dies in this world, only his physical body dies and decays in the ground. His soul, which is his essence, feelings, memories and senses, is transferred into another ghostlike body.

After death, the soul cannot return back. This ghostlike body lives in another dimension, the unseen world, which is beyond our human senses and knowledge.

Here are the stages of death, according to some scholars’ understandings of verses from the Quran and from the words of Prophet Muhammad. (Other scholars might have different interpretations because of the flexibility of some Arabic words, which have metaphorical meanings.)

  1. The stupors of death: The angel of death either extracts the soul painfully from the wrongdoers or gently from the pious ones, and then transfers the soul into a ghostlike body.
  2. Misguiding of the devil: The last temptation of the devil is to deceive a dying person with his trickery. The good ones will not fall into temptation.
  3. Entering the grave: When the body is buried, the soul stays beside the body and sees the horrifying unseen world.
  4. Squeezing or pressure of the grave: When people leave the gravesite, angels come to squeeze the soul fiercely, making it scream loudly. Few souls are exempted from this punishment.
  5. Munkar and Nakeer: These two angels come after the squeezing and question the soul about the beliefs of his faith. If the soul does not answer properly and was a wrongdoer in life, then he will be punished in the hellfire of the unseen world until the Day of Judgment or until his sins are purged. If the person was a pious true believer, then he will answer the questions properly and two angels of glad tidings will come to escort him to the Paradise of the unseen world.
  6. The first blow of the trumpet: Both the seen and unseen worlds will exist until the first blow of the trumpet on the last day, when all living things, including angels and souls, will die. Nothing will be left except the living God.
  7. The second blow of the trumpet and the resurrection: When the second blow occurs, God will re-create everything and the souls will return to their physical bodies for the Day of Judgment.
  8. Accounting: Every person will be given his book of deeds and will be asked to judge himself. If a person tries to deny a bad deed, his body’s organs will witness against him. Accounting will be only for those who have both good and bad deeds. The pious ones who have only good deeds will be taken to Paradise without accounting, and the evil ones who have only bad deeds will be taken to the hellfire without accounting.
  9. Bridge over the hellfire. Everyone must cross the bridge over hellfire, which is said to be sharper than a blade and thinner than a strand of hair. The more good deeds a person has, the faster he will cross over. Some will cross over like a flash of light. Some might take years to cross. Others might fall into the hellfire below.
  10. The intercession: While the people with only a few sins are taken for their punishment, the prophets and their true successors will intercede for them with the permission of God. By this, God shows His great appreciation to His beloved servants.
  11. Eternal hellfire and eternal Paradise: On the Day of Judgment, the evil ones will go to the hellfire. Some of the evil ones will be in the hellfire eternally and others might eventually come out of the hellfire after their sins have been purged. The good ones will be taken to Paradise to eternal enjoyment and fulfillment. In Paradise, there are bounties and blessings beyond our imagination and thought. As mentioned in the Quran, the greatest bliss is God’s pleasure.

Safdar Razi is imam of the Islamic Ahlul Bayt Association mosque. He is a member of the Austin Area Interreligious Ministries.


Islam introduced freedoms for women that we may be taking for granted today

Islam introduced freedoms for women that we may be taking for granted today

image_4711132.jpgBy Safdar Razi
Saturday, August 2, 2003

Some Muslims ignore the principles of Islam, just as some Christians and Jews fail to follow the tenets of their faiths. This article is to dispel many of the misconceptions about Islam and women.

With the rise of Islam in the seventh century, women were respected in a way they had never been. Islam forbade the Arab practice of female infanticide.

While boys and girls were believed to be gifts from God, Islam taught that girls conferred a greater gift and blessing to the parents. Under Islamic law, women also acquired the rights to own property in their own names, inherit under wills, initiate divorce and vote in community affairs, rights which were unheard of for women at that time.

Islamic law made it clear that if a husband mistreats his wife, he will be questioned on the Day of Judgment and punished in the afterlife. Contrary to popular belief, cooking and cleaning are the husband’s responsibilities. If she chooses not to perform these tasks, he must hire a servant.

The role of mother in Islam is one of utmost dignity and respect. It was taught by the Prophet Mohammed (peace upon him and his pure family) that a child who causes his mother displeasure commits a greater sin in the sight of God than one who displeases the father. The Prophet also said that Paradise lies under the feet of the mother, indicating the mother should be treated with the highest respect to enter Heaven.

Islam also helped women achieve dignity. Many of the practices deemed oppressive to Western sensibilities are in fact ways to guarantee women’s freedom from exploitation. For example, Muslim women are taught to wear modest attire which provides them protection – attire that is loose-fitting and covers the body except for the face and hands. In some Muslim countries, such as Iran, where there are many female Muslim scientists, doctors, and politicians, this helps prevent them from being viewed as sexual objects. Women are valued for their intellectual abilities and accomplishments rather than their physical attributes. Contrary to the practice of some other countries, Muslim women can both drive and work outside the home.

Pre-Islamic cultural traditions in some cases have been allowed to override Islamic teachings, but this should not be held against Islam.

Islam teaches women as well as men to seek learning and become educated. The Prophet taught that seeking knowledge was an obligation on every Muslim, male or female. He also taught that a father who raises his daughters up with a good education would have a barrier placed between him and Hellfire.

The importance of women is also illustrated by the examples, taught by the Prophet, of the four Master Women of Islamic history. The mother who raised Prophet Moses protected him and stood beside him during his ordeals; Mary, mother of Jesus, did the same. Khadija, wife of the Prophet Mohammed, and Fatima, his daughter, both endured great hardship and supported him financially and emotionally. Without the support of these women, the great religions associated with the prophets might not exist today.

Because the prophets were men, the highest religious leaders or authorities in Islam are men. Due to their ability to handle the burden and responsibility of religious leadership, this task is expected of them alone. This does not, however, prevent women from becoming CEOs, directors or political figures. By choosing men to bear this religious burden, Islam relieved women of the task, but did not prevent them. The same applies to the family: Men are given the obligation to support the family. With this obligation comes great responsibility; if men are given authority, they need to exercise it with justice and fairness. If they abuse this power, they will be punished in this world and in the hereafter.

Imam Safdar Razi is the leader of the Islamic Ahlul Bayt Association, a participant in Austin Area Interreligious Ministries.


Miracles discovered in how the sacred text of the Quran came to be

Miracles discovered in how the sacred text of the Quran came to be

razi.jpgBy Safdar Razi
Saturday, August 30, 2003

For Muslims, the Holy Quran is a scripture of the word of God. It was revealed more than 1,430 years ago to Prophet Mohammed through the Angel Gabriel during a period of 23 years. The Quran is an educational text that teaches a human being how to relate to God, to one’s fellow man and to one’s self, by controlling baser desires through strengthening one’s mind power.

The Quran also contains scientific truths touching on subjects such as biology, embryology and astronomy. Muslims believe that because Mohammed did not learn how to read and write and was raised in an illiterate community, he could not have known these facts, which were unknown to even the most advanced communities at that time.

Therefore, this enormous educational power must have come from a source above the human capacity. Some claim the power to be the devil, but the Quran condemns the devil and teaches people not to follow his temptations. Thus, Muslims believe the only source of the Holy Quran is the Almighty God.

A miracle in any era has the greatest effect if it triumphs over the most popular art or science of that time. Hence, as magic was the most popular art in the time of Moses, the miracles God gave to Moses enabled him to defeat the best magicians. Similarly, during the time of Jesus, the most popular and respected art was medicine. Hence, Jesus raised the dead to life and healed the blind, by God’s will.

When Mohammed was sent, the art most popular with the Arabs was that of poetry. Arabs used to hold great competitions in poetry and speechmaking, and there were special judges who were the best poets. Hence, the miracle given to Mohammed was the Quran, which defeated the best speakers and poets of the time through its eloquent power. At first, the Quran challenged the Arabs to bring a similar book. When they could not do it, they were given an easier challenge of bringing just 10 chapters similar to the Quran. When they even failed to do this, they were challenged to bring only one chapter, but they failed to produce anything close to the eloquence of the Quran.

There are different English versions of the Quran that different scholars have tried to translate, but because Arabic words often have several meanings, it is difficult for anyone to literally translate it.

The Quran is known by its amazing poetic form which has no equal in all of Arabic, or any other literature. Some might say that maybe there are works like the Quran. If that is true, let them be brought forward and let the excellent, eloquent Arabs of our time compare them to the Quran.



Iman Safdar Razi leads the Islamic Ahlul Bayt Association, participants in Austin Area Interreligious ministries, which can be reached at 386-9145.

Daily Majalis of Imam Husain (as) Muharram

Daily Majalis of Imam Husain (as) Muharram

(Special thanks for Sister Umm Ali for this compilation)


Majlis 1: Majalis-e-Husain (as)

Today is the first night of Muharram – the start of a new Islamic year.

We do not greet it with merry-making, nor celebrate it by holding parties. Our hearts are filled with sadness and grief because we remember those martyrs who were killed in Kerbala.

For the next twelve days and nights, we hold Majaalis-e-Husayn to mourn the death of Imam Husayn, his family and companions.

The word ‘majaalis’ means seatings where people gather and sit.

In Majaalis of Moharram, we recall the events of the martydom of Imam Husayn, his family and companions, and the hardship and suffering of those in his family who survived the tragedy of Kerbala.

The first Majlis-e-Husayn was started by his sister, Bibi Zainab, as soon as they were set free by Yazid. Since then all the Imams and Shi’as have continued the Majaalis-e-Husayn regularly.

Why do we hold these Majaalis?

To thank Imam Husayn, his family and companions for the great sacrifice in Kerbala for saving us and Islam. We hold these Majaalis because we love our Imam and feel sad to hear about his hardship and suffering in Kerbala, and also to comfort and please Bibi Fatemah – Imam Husayn’s mother.

Bib Fatemah comes to Majaalis-e-Husayn. Though we cannot see her, she prays for us and our families’ safety. She collects our tears when we cry for Imam Husayn and his family. On the Day of Judgement she will return all those tears we have shed for her family. These tears will protect us from the Fire of Hell.

I would like you to think about what I have just said.

Examine your deeds and see if they are good enough for you to face Bibi Fatemah on the Day of Judgement. If you are not praying your wajib Namaaz regularly, how would you be able to face Bibi Fatemah on the Day of Judgement?

You have come to the Majaalis-e-Husayn because you are thankful for what Husayn did to save your religion. You cry and do matam for Husayn because you love him. If you really love someone then you surely want to please him.

How can you please Husayn if you are not praying Salaat regularly?

Majaalis-e-Husayn will continue till the Day of Judgement.

It is not because of us. We are the only means through which Allah (S.W.T.) keeps Husayn’s great sacrifice alive. Husayn died saving Allah’s religion and Allah (S.W.T.) has promised to keep alive Husayn’s name and his great sacrifice, till the Day of Judgement.

Majaalis-e-Husayn! Matam-e-Husayn!

Enemies of Islam can never stop majaalis and matam, even if they try thousands of times to do so.

On the 1st of Moharram, Imam Husayn’s caravan had reached just outside Kerbala. They pitched their tents for the night.

Husayn and his sister, Zainab, were standing talking outside Husayn’s tent.

Together they both sighted the moon of 1st of Moharram.

Tears flowed from Husayn’s eyes.

Zainab grew worried and asked her brother:

“My dearest brother Husayn, why are there tears in your eyes?”

“Zainab! My sister Zainab! Please pray for me that I keep my promise to Allah (S.W.T.). Pray, my sister, that I succeed in completing my mission to save Islam. Zainab! Pray for me that I do not hesitate in giving up my life for Islam.”

Husayn was not crying because he was worried about dying. Husayn did not ask his sister to pray to Allah (S.W.T.) to save his life. All he was concerned about was saving us and Islam.

Bibi Zainab’s eyes were filled with tears when she heard what Husayn asked her to do.

“My beloved sister Zainab! Don’t cry! You will have to perform a greater duty after my death. Be brave and patient!”

Bibi Zainab went to her tent. Ali Akber joined his father, Husayn.

“My son, Ali Akber! I saw a dream last night. I saw a group of people heading for a place where death was waiting for them. I saw them all killed, one-by-one.”

“Father! I know these people. Those people are us. But, tell me father, are we on the right path?”

“Yes, my son Akber, yes We are on the right path.”

“Then let us not worry? Father, if we are on the right path, then let us die happily. We should continue our journey and greet our death with a smile.”

“I am proud of you, my son Akber!”

Majlis 2: Arrival to Karbala SURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Today is the 2nd night of Moharram.

On the 2nd day of Moharram, Husayn’s caravan reached Kerbala. Thousands of Yazid’s soldiers were already there, having arrived long before the Imam.

The small tribe living in Kerbala gathered around Husayn’s caravan. Imam Husayn enquired about the price of the land in Kerbala. He then bought the entire land.

Then, he first spoke to the menfolk of the tribe.

“O, menfolk of Kerbala! We have not come here to fight. Yazid’s soldiers will fight with us and we will be killed. They will not bury our bodies and our bodies will be left to the wild animals of the desert. I request a favour from you. Please, bury our bodies.

Imam Husayn then turned to the womenfolk of the tribe.

“Ladies of Kerbala! Your menfolk, out of fear of Yazid’s soldiers might not bury our bodies. Ladies! When your men are working in the fields, please come out of your houses and bury our bodies.

Somehow Imam Husayn did not feel the men nor the women would carry out his request.

Sadly, he turned to the children who had gathered and spoke gently to them.

Children! If your father or your mother are unable to bury us, I beg you to throw a fistful of sand over our bodies while you are playing in the fields. That way, children, our bodies will slowly get buried.”

Then, he turned to everyone who had gathered around and spoke again.

“My second request to you all is to look after the people who will come to visit our graves after our death. They will be my guests so please look after them and feed them for three days.”

Imam then ordered the tents to be pitched by the river. It was very hot in Kerbala and the supply of water was absolutely essential for survival.

Abbas, commander of Husayn’s army, with his men, started to pitch the tents by the river. The commanders of Yazid’s army ordered their men to pull out Husayn’s tents. They stopped Husayn’s tents from being pitched by the river.

Abbas became very angry. He pulled out his sword and wanted to kill the enemies.

Abbas, the lion son of Ali, was like his father. He was very brave and strong. The enemies feared him. If he wanted the tents to be pitched by the river, then Yazid’s men even though in thousands, would not be able to stop him.

Husayn saw what was happening and quickly intervened. He knew his brother’s temper and strength.

“Abbasl My brother Abbas! Put your sword back. Abbas, we have not come here to fight. Later on, people will say that we started the battle for water. Abbas! My brother Abbas! Calm down and put your sword back! Let us move away from here. We will pitch our tents elsewhere.”

Abbas considered his brother to be his master and always obeyed his commands. He put his sword back and ordered his men to pitch their tents away from the river.

This was the 2nd of Moharram. As nights and days passed by, the scene in Kerbala changed.

Day by day Yazid’s army increased in number. Nearly 20,000 of Yazid’s soldiers surrounded Husayn’s tents.

Why so many to fight no more than 72 men in Husayn’s army?

Despite having so many men in Yazid’s army, his commanders were still worried because the 72 men in Husayn’s army were no ordinary men. They were brave, faithful and did not fear death.

Yazid’s soldiers knew this and therefore thought of a way to weaken Husayn’s army.

On 7th Moharram, Yazid’s commanders ordered their men to stop water from reaching Husayn’s tents.

There were many ladies and children with Husayn and they suffered a lot without water and food.

For three days, one could here children crying for water


Abbas could hear this. He could hear his beloved Sakina crying for water. Abbas loved Sakina dearly and always got her anything she wanted.

Everytime Abbas heard Sakina crying for water, he shook with grief.

Abbas! Poor Abbas, could not bear to hear Sakina crying.

“AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH!” echoed through the land of Kerbala for three days and nights. Many little children died from thirst and hunger.



Majlis 3: Janabe John SURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Today is the 3rd night of Moharram.

Majaalis-e-Husayn continues. As the nights of Moharram go by, our hearts are weighed down with more and more grief. We continue to hear the majaalis about the tragedy of Kerbala.

Ashura day is not far away We will recite more marshias and nawhas. Our matam will increase. Our eyes will continue to shed tears for the Martyrs of Kerbala.


When Bibi Fatemah hears these words, she joins us. She cries with us. She cries for Aun and Mohammed, Qasim, Abbas, Ali Akber, Ali Asgar and Husayn, who are her family. She also cries for, and is thankful to those martyrs of Kerbala who were not related to Husayn. She especially cries for them because they died in Kerbala helping her son Husayn save Islam.

Among those not related to Husayn were sixteen slaves. Most of them were from Ethiopia. Some belonged to Imam Husayn’s family and others to the companions of the Imam.

On the night before Ashura, Imam and his companions had freed these slaves and urged them to go away to seek their safety. But none of the sixteen slaves left Imam Husayn. They understood Imam’s mission and preferred to die in Kerbala with Husayn. They knew they would be rewarded with a place in Heaven.

Amongst them was a slave called John.

Today let us remember Janabe John and cry with Bibi Fatemah for his sacrifice in Kerbala.

Janabe John was sent as a gift from Abu Ghiffari, to the household of Hazrat Ali and Bib Fatemah. In the company of Hazrat Ali he learnt the tafseer of the Quran and traditions of the Holy Prophet. He also knew the Holy Qur’an by heart. When Hazrat Ali was martyred, John stayed with Imam Hassan and after Imam Hassan’s death he stayed on with Imam Husayn.

Janabe John was blessed to be with the three Imams. What a lucky man!

When Imam Husayn left Medina John insisted on joining him.

On the night before Ashura, John spent the whole night sharpening his sword whilst reciting the Holy Qur’an.

The next day was the tragic day of Ashura. At dawn Ali Akber gave the Adhan.

“Allaho Akberl Allaho Akber! Allaho Akber! Allaho Akberl”

This was the last Adhan by Ali Akber. It was recited with great emotion. Tears flowed from Ali Akber’s eyes.

The sun rose from the east. By 10 am, the desert was like a furnace. The friends and family of Husayn were suffering great hardship. They have been without water for three days now.

Yazid’s soldiers blew the trumpets to start the battle.

The battle of Kerbala started.

One-by-one, Imam’s friends took permission to go for Jehad.

One-by-one Husayn’s companions were martyred. All of them fought bravely and died a hero’s death.

Husayn, with his brother Abbas and son Ali Akber, went to the battlefield and carried their bodies to the tent.

At midday, after Zohr prayers, Janabe John came to Imam Husayn. He stood silently with arms folded.

Imam Husayn looked at John and said:

“John! My friend John! What is the matter?”

“My master! Enough is enough I cannot bear to see any more suffering. I cannot bear to see the children of Bibi Fatemah killed in front of me. Please Master! Allow me to go to the battlefield.”

“John, you are an old man! Jehad is not wajib for an old man like you. No, John, no! I cannot allow you to die.”

John was determined to get permission.

“Master, I know why you are not letting me go to the battlefield. Is it because I am a black slave and you do not want the blood of a black slave to mix with the blood of the Holy family?”

Husayn was deeply shocked to hear this.

“John! My friend John! Do not say that! You know we do not keep such differences.”

“Go, John, go! Allah be with you!”

Husayn himself then helped dress John for the baffle. He mounted John on the horse and said:

“Khuda Hafiz, John!”

John was very pleased with himself as he headed for the battlefield.

On his way to the battlefield he remembered his time with the Holy Prophet. He remembered how dearly the Prophet loved his grandson, Husayn.

John remembered how the Prophet himself used to nurse Husayn’s injuries, sustained whilst playing.

John remembered the day when Husayn climbed on the Prophet’s back while he was praying Namaaz. The Holy Prophet stayed in sajda till Husayn came off his back. The Holy Prophet did not want to hurt his beloved grandson.

John’s eyes were full of tears as he reached the battlefield.

He spoke to the soldiers on the other side:

“Look at me! You have seen me with the Holy Prophet. Remember the Holy Prophet by looking at me. You say the Holy Prophet is the messenger of Allah. You call yourselves Muslims. Do you think the Holy Prophet will be pleased with you for killing his beloved grandson?”

He continued:

“What has Husayn done to you? He is innocent. Leave him alone. Save yourselves from the Fire of Hell.”

Yazid’s soldiers were evil. They were not Muslims. They were not prepared to listen to the truth.

Janabe John was attacked. Arrows were fired from all directions. John fought the Jehad bravely. He sent many to the Fire of Hell.

Alas, how much can an eighty year old man take, thirsty and hungry for three days?

As he fell from his horse, he cried out:

“My Master! Come to see me! Let me see you for the last time.”

Imam Husayn heard John calling him and he rushed to the battlefield. Abbas and Ali Akber accompanied him.

Husayn, Abbas and Ali Akber reached the battlefield where John was lying wounded and taking his last breaths.

Imam Husayn placed John’s head on his lap. Tears poured from Husayn’s eyes.

“John! I am very sorry! You are leaving my home without food or water for three days. John! Please forgive me!”

“Master! Why are you sorry? You have done me a big favour by letting me fight and sacrifice my life for Islam.”

Janabe John continued:

“Look, Master, look! Who has come to receive me? The Holy Prophet himself is here. Bibi Fatemah is here. Master Ali and Master Hassan are here!”

Janabe John’s soul was taken away to Heaven.




Majlis 4: Janabe Hur SURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Today is the 4th night of Moharram.

Our majlis continues. We will recite nawhas to mourn the great loss in Kerbala. Our eyes will shed more tears and our matam will increase.

Let us focus our minds on Husayn in Kerbala.

He has hardly 72 men with him. While, day-by-day, Yazid’s vulture-like men are gathering in large numbers to kill Husayn.

On 9th Moharram, Yazid’s commanders decide to fight Husayn and his men. They blow the trumpets to start the battle.

Husayn was not ready to fight. He called his brother, Abbas, the commander of his small army.

“Abbas! Go to the commanders of Yazid’s army and ask them to give us one more night. We will be ready tomorrow.”

Abbas went with Husayn’s request. It was granted. Why did Husayn ask for one more night?

To pray? To spend one more day with his children? To spend one more day with his darling daughter, Sakina?

No Husayn was waiting for a special guest – HUR!

Who was Hur?

Hur was a captain of Yazid’s army. He was the captain who stopped Husayn from going to Kufa. He, with his 1,000 men, forced Husayn to come to Kerbala.

Hur, the name means to be free. Hur lived up to his name. He freed himself from the Fire of Hell before it was too late.

The events in Kerbala teach us many lessons.

Hur taught us a lesson. He set an example for us.

We should think of Hur all the time during our life. Hur had a choice between Hell and Heaven. He had a choice between glory in this world or happiness in the world hereafter.

It is never too late to ask for forgiveness. Hur chose Heaven. He chose happiness in the world hereafter.

In our lifetime, there are many times when we have to make a choice between good and bad, between Halal and Haram, between right and wrong, between Hell and Heaven.

Be like Hur, choose good deeds! Choose Halal things, go for truth and choose to be in Heaven. Happiness and glory in this world are short lived, while the happiness in the world hereafter is everlasting.

On 9th Moharram, Hur could hear the cry:


The children in Husayn’s camp were crying for water.

Hur was very restless. He kept on thinking what a grave mistake he had made by bringing Husayn to Kerbala.

“What have I done? Why? Why did I put the son of Fatemah in this position? Will Husayn forgive me? Will Allah forgive me? Will Bibi Fatemah forgive me? How can I ask for forgiveness?”

Hur could not sleep the whole night. He spent the night weeping and begging Allah to forgive him.

The 10th of Moharram came! It was very early in the morning. Horses in Yazid’s camp were hot and uncomfortable.

They were jumping up and down. They could not keep their hooves on the ground because it was so hot.

Yazid’s soldiers poured buckets of water on the horses’ hooves to cool them and calm them.

Hur watched as gallons of water was poured on the horses. He thought:

“So much water for the animals, while the children of Bibi Fatemah are crying for a few drops of water. There is so much water for the animals but none for the grandson of the Holy Prophet.”

“AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH!”, echoed through Hur’s ears.

Hur could not take it anymore. He called his son and said:

“My son, I have made a terrible mistake. I have brought such a pious and truthful man here to be killed. Please, my son, quickly take me to Imam Husayn. I want to beg him to forgive me before it is too late. I am ashamed of myself. Will Husayn forgive me? How can I face him?”

Hur continued:

“My son, before you take me to Husayn, tie my hands and cover my face, so that I do not have to face him while I ask for his forgiveness.”

Hur’s son did what his father had asked him to do. He tied Hur’s hands and covered his face.

Hur and his son mounted their horses and headed towards Husayn’s camp.

Abbas, who was guarding the tents, saw the two men coming towards him. He thought they were coming to attack them. He pulled out his sword and warned them to stop where they were.

Imam Husayn also saw the two men.

“Abbas, my brother Abbas! Put your sword back! Those two men are not coming to fight us. That is Hur, my special guest. I have been waiting for him. Let us go and receive them, Abbas.”

Imam Husayn and Abbas went to meet Hur.

“Welcome, Hur, welcome. I have been waiting for you.”

Hur threw himself at Husayn’s feet.

“My master, please forgive me. Please forgive me. I am extremely sorry for what I have done. I am ashamed of myself.”

Imam Husayn took Hur in his arms and said:

“Hur, my friend, I forgive you. I assure you that my grandfather, my father and my mother have also forgiven you. Come with me, Hur.”

Imam Husayn, Abbas, Hur and his son rode back to the tents.

It was Fajr time. Ali Akber gave Adhan. They all prayed the Fajr Namaaz.

Soon after that, Yazid’s soldiers blew the trumpets to start the battle.

Hur asked Imam Husayn for permission to go and fight the enemies of Islam.

“Hur, you are my guest. You have only been with me for a short time. I have not been able to look after you properly. I have neither fed you nor have I been able to give you water. At least spend some time with me. No, Hur, no. I cannot let you die! You are my guest.”

Hur did not give up. He kept insisting on being the first to go to battle.

Imam Husayn then thought that, the longer Hur stayed with him, the more he would suffer from thirst and hunger.

Imam Husayn gave permission to Hur.

“Go, Hur, go! Khuda Hafiz, Hur.”

Imam Husayn himself mounted Hur on his horse.

Hur went to the battlefield.

He was a strong and brave man. He fought the battle gallantly and sent many of Yazid’s men to Hell.

Eventually, Hur came off his horse. Severely wounded, he called for Husayn.

“Master, Master! Come quickly. Let me see you for the last time.”

Hur was taking his last breaths. Imam Husayn placed Hur’s head on his lap.

“KHUDA HAFIZ, HUR. Go, Hur, go! My grandfather is waiting for you. My father and mother are waiting for you. We will be joining you soon in Heaven. Khuda Hafiz, Hur”

Imam Husayn, with tears in his eyes, prayed to Allah:

“YA, ALLAH! Please forgive Hur and grant him a place in Heaven.”

Hur died on Imam Husayn’s lap and Abbas and All Akber helped Imam carry Hur’s body to the tent.



Majlis 5: Habib Ibne MazaahirSURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Today is the 5th night of Moharram.

Our majaalis continue. We will recite more nawhas to mourn the great loss in Kerbala. Our eyes will shed more tears and our matam will increase.

Day-by-day, the scene in Kerbala is changing. More and more soldiers join the enemy’s camp. Thousands have gathered to kill Husayn – the grandson of the Holy Prophet.

Bibi Zainab said to her brother:

“Brother Husayn! Thousands of soldiers are gathering to fight you. We have hardly 72 men with us. Do you not have anyone to come to your help?”

“My sister Zainab, many wanted to join me during the journey from Medina to Kerbala. I politely discouraged them because their intention was not truthful. Many joined and have run away during the journey because they were scared of dying.”

He continued:

“Zainab! My sister! Falsehood can buy many supporters, but truth has only a few friends. The soldiers on the other side have been bought. They prefer happiness in this world than in the world hereafter. My 72 truthful men prefer happiness in the world hereafter and that is why they are with me.”

That night, Imam Husayn wrote a letter to his childhood friend, Habib lbne Mazaahir, who was in Kufa.

Kufa was blocked off and nobody was allowed to leave.

Habib Ibne Mazaahir did not know the whereabouts of Imam Husayn until the letter from Husayn arrived at his house. At the time he was having breakfast with his wife and a young son.

Habib read the letter from Husayn. He kissed it and tears began to flow from his eyes.

His wife asked him what was wrong. Habib said:

“I have received a letter from my master, Husayn. He has asked me to join him in Kerbala. Yazid’s soldiers have surrounded him and are after his life.”

Habib’s wife said:

“Habib! Your childhood friend has called you. Your master needs your help. What are you waiting for? Go Habib, before it is too late!”

Habib’s worry was how to escape from Kufa without being seen.

He instructed his slave to take his horse to a farm outside the city and to wait for him there. The slave did as he was told.

The slave took Habib’s horse to a farm outside the city. He waited for his master. His master was delayed.

The slave started talking to the horse:

“O horse! Master Husayn is in trouble. He needs help. He has asked my master Habib to join him. Master Habib is late. Horse If he does not manage to escape from Kufa, I will ride on you and go to Husayn’s help.”

At Asr time, most of the men were in mosque. Habib managed to reach the farm where his horse was waiting.

He quickly mounted his horse and said to his slave:

“Go, my friend, Go! I am freeing you from my services”

“Master! You are not being fair. I have served you faithfully for years. Now, I have a chance to serve the son of Bibi Fatemah, and you are asking me to go. Why are you denying me a place in Heaven’?”

Habib was taken aback by the words of his slave. He was pleased to hear that he had recognised the difference between the truth and the wrongful. He wanted to sacrifice his life for truth.

Habib asked his slave to mount his horse. Together they galloped towards Kerbala.

Habib reached Kerbala late in the evening. Imam Husayn greeted him with great affection.

Bibi Zainab heard that Habib had come. She asked her maid, Fizza, to convey her greetings to Habib.

When Habib heard that Bibi Zainab had sent greetings to him, he screamed out in grief and anger. He threw his turban down on to the ground. He slapped his face. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he spoke:

“What a sad day! What has happened to the household of Bibi Fatemah? The princess! Grand-daughter of the Holy prophet, the daughter of Ali and Fatemah is sending her greetings to an ordinary person like me! Yazid! You beast, you tyrant! What have you done to the household of Bibi Fatemah?”

Days and nights of Moharram passed by, and Ashura came.

At dawn, Ali Akber gave Adhan for the last time.

Yazid’s soldiers blew the trumpets to start the battle.

One-by-one, Husayn’s companions went to the battlefield and gave their lives for Islam.

Husayn, Abbas and Ali Akber were busy from dawn to mid-day, collecting bodies from the battlefield,

Between Zohr and Asr time, Habib lbne Mazaahir came to Husayn. He said:

“My Master, Husayn, allow me to go to the battlefield. Let me sacrifice my life for Islam.”

“Habib, my childhood friend. Stay with me. You give comfort to me, my friend.”

Habib persisted with his request. Eventually Husayn gave his permission.

Husayn mounted his friend, Habib, on the horse. Habib lbne Mazaahir rode into the battlefield.

He fought bravely but was finally over-powered. He fell to the ground.

As Habib ibne Mazaahir fell to the ground, an enemy soldier came over and cut off his head.

All the marytrs of Kerbala had their heads cut off, but Habib’s was the first to be cut off by the enemy.

Habib’s head was not hung on the spearhead like that of the other martyr’s. Habib’s head was tied to a horse and pulled along the land of Kerbala.

Later on, in Shaam, Habib’s head was tied to a horse’s neck. A young boy, called Qasim, followed the horse wherever it went.

One day, the man riding the horse asked the young boy Qasim:

“Why are you following me around? What do you want?”

Qasim just looked at the head hanging from the horse’s neck. The man asked again:

“Why are you staring at the head”.

“This head is the head of my father, Habib ibne Mazaahir. please give it to me so that I can bury my father’s head.

Habib’s head seemed to look at his son and say:

“My son Qasim, you are thinking of burying my head. What about the head of Husayn on that spearhead?”



Majlis 6: Aun & MuhammadSURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Today is the 6th night of Moharram.

Our majaalis continue. lnshallah, our eyes will shed more tears for the martyrs of Kerbala.

We will do more Matam-e-Husayn.


When these words echo from the walls of our mosque, a lady in black hijab joins us. She is Bibi Fatemah. She watches us. She cries with us. She collects our tears.

Cry! Cry for Husayn! lnshallah, our tears will not be wasted. Our tears for Husayn will become our weapons against the hardships in our grave and on the Day of Judgement.

Husayn is in Kerbala. He hardly has 72 men with him. They are not all grown up adults. Some of Husayn’s men are children. Aun and Mohammed, Bibi Zainab’s young sons are there. Aun is only 13 years old. Mohammed is only 11 years old.

Tonight is the night of these two children, Auno – Mohammed.

First, let us send our greetings to those mothers of Kerbala who sacrificed their children for Islam. Lucky are those mothers of Kerbala whose children willingly and happily sacrificed their young lives for Islam.

Tonight, let us first comfort those mothers of Kerbala who were proud to sacrifice their children for Islam.

Mothers of Kerbala! Mother of Auno – Mohammed, Bibi Zainab; mother of Qasim, Umme Farwah; mother of Ali Akber, Umme Laila; mother of Al Asghar, Umme Rubab.

Mothers of Kerbala were proud of their children. They loved their children. Of course, like any mother they had the heart of a mother. A mother loves her children the most.

“Why then, did the Mothers of Kerbala let their children die in Kerbala?’


Mothers of Kerbala squashed their motherly love and sacrificed their children for Husayn – FOR ISLAM!

How can we, the HUSAYNI, ever forget those Mothers of Kerbala?

Why shouldn’t we cry and do matam for the Mothers of Kerbala and their children Auno – Mohammed, Qasim, Ali Akber and Ali Asghar.

Majaalis-e-Kerbala will never die. Matam-e-Kerbala will never die. Yazids of yesterday have failed to stop it.

Yazids of today will not be able to stop it. Yazids of tommorrow may try thousands of times to crush it, but Majaalis-e-Husayn, Matam-e-Kerbala, will not die. Allah Himself has promised to keep the name of Husayn alive till the Day of Judgement.

Let us now focus our minds on Kerbala.

Days and nights of Moharram unfolded on the land of Kerbala.

The night of the 9th of Moharram came. Ashura night, a very tragic night and the last night of the martyrs of Kerbala.

No-one in Husayn’s camp slept on Ashura night.

Men spent the whole night praying, reciting duas and the Holy Quran.

Mothers of Kerbala were preparing their children.

The next day was Ashura day. The day of the battle of Kerbala.

What were the mothers telling their children? To be careful? To hide and save their lives?

No! They were telling their children to sacrifice their lives.

They were telling them to die! Didn’t they love their children? Or course they did! They had the heart of a mother. They were proud of their children. They loved their children very much. Then why were they telling their children to sacrifice their lives? To die?




Now, let us listen to what the mothers of Kerbala were telling their children on the right of Ashura.

Umme Laila is with her son, Ali Akber.

“My darling son, Ali Akber, tomorrow is the day of the battle. My son, Ali Akber, remember your life is not more important than the life of your father. Your father’s life will be in danger tomorrow. My darling, don’t hesitate to give your life to protect your father’s life.”

Umme Rubab is with her baby, Ali Asghar.

“My baby Asghar, I wish you were a young man. I would have sacrificed your life to save your father’s life.”

Umme Farwah is with her son, Qasim.

“Qasim! My son, my darling. If your father was alive today, he would have sacrificed his life first. My daring, don’t embarrass me in front of your father on the Day of Judgement. Qasim, my son, do not hesitate to sacrifice your life to protect your uncle’s life.

Umme KuIthoom, Imam Husayn’s sister, was siting alone, weeping.

Abbas, her brother, heard her crying. He came to her tent.

“My sister, Kulthoom, why are you crying? What’s the matter?”

“Abbas! Tomorrow is the day of sacrifice. I have no children to sacrifice.”

“My sister, Kulthoom! Don’t cry. Abbas is still alive. Tomorrow I will sacrifice my life as a gift on your behalf. I will be your sacrifice,”

Bibi Zainab is with her two sons, Auno – Mohammed.

“My sons, Auno – Mohammed, tomorrow is the day of battle. Your uncle, Husayn’s life will be in danger. My darlings, if anything happens to Uncle Husayn, while you are still alive, I will be filled with shame. My Auno – Mohammed, I will not be able to face your grandmother, Bibi Fatemah, 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 Akber 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.

Hur 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, Auno – Mohammed.

“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 Jehad.”

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 Auno – Mohammed go to the battlefield.”

“Zainab, my sister, Jehad 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 Akber dies before Auno- Mohammed, 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 Auno – Mohammed 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 Jaffer and Ali in your veins.”

Auno – Mohammed looked at their mother and said:


“BISMILLAH, my sons.”

Auno – Mohammed rode out on to the battlefield. They fought bravely together. They were the grandsons of Jaffer 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 Auno – Mohammed in the art of sword fighting, was filled with pride.

Umar Saad, Yazid’s commander, got worried. He ordered his soldiers to separate the two brothers and then attack them from all sides.

Auno – Mohammed were separated. Each one was then surrounded by Yazid’s soldiers.

The two brothers were attacked by horsemen running from one side to another. Auno – Mohammed were attacked with arrows, swords, spears and daggers from all sides.

How much can two young children, thirsty and hungry for three days take? As they fell, they called out for their uncle.

‘Uncle! Came quickly! Uncle, come and help us.”

Husayn and Abbas rushed to the battlefield.

The children were severely wounded. They were taking their last breaths.

“Uncle, give our salaam to our mother. Uncle, please tell our mother that just as she had told us, we did not go towards the river”.

Imam Husayn and Abbas carried the two young bodies to the tent.

Ali Akber cried out:

My brothers, Auno – Mohammed, have been killed.”

Zainab heard the cry from her tent. She did not cry. She laid her muslah and performed a sajdah.

Ya, Allah I thank you for accepting my sacrifice. Ya, Allah! I am proud of my two sons who have given their lives for Islam!”

Auno – Mohammed’s bodies were laid on the floor. The ladies gathered around. They cried and did matam.


Zainab did not cry. She did not do matam for Auno- Mohammed.



Majlis 7: Hazrat Qasim SURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Tonight is the night of 7th Moharram. Our Moharram majaalis continues. We shall shed more tears for Kerbala. We will continue our matam. We will give money in the name of Hazrat Qasim. Volunteers will serve the mourners of Kerbala.


Bibi Fatemah is watching all of us. Everyone will be rewarded on the Day of Judgement.

Our tears, our matam, our donations, and our volunteer work for Husayn will not be wasted. Husayn will reward us. Bibi Fatemah will protect us. Allah will be pleased with us.

Husayn, his companions and his family are in Kerbala.

The 7th of Moharram is a very tragic day in the event of Kerbala.

On this day, water was stopped from reaching Husayn’s camp. It was very hot in Kerbala. As the days went by, the children became very thirsty.

The cry of, “AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH!” became more frequent.

Tonight is the night of SHAH QASIM, the 13 year old son of Imam Hassan and Umme Farwah.

Ashura came to the land of Kerbala.

Ali Akber gave the Fajr Adhan. Everyone prayed the Fajr Namaaz.

One-by-one Husayn’s companions went to the battlefield and gave their life for Islam. They all became MARTYRS! SHAHEED! SHAHEED-E- KERBALA!

By Zuhr time, Imam Husayn was left with only his family, Auno-Mohammed. Qasim, Ali Akber and Abbas.

The companions of Imam Husayn whilst they were alive did not let Imam Husayn’s family go to the battlefield.

No one was left now.

Auno – Mohammed were keen to help their uncle save Islam. They went to the battlefield and never returned.

Qasim took permission from his mother, Umme Farwah, to fight.

Then he went to his uncle, Husayn to ask for his permission to fight.

How can Husayn give permission to his brother’s son to die? How can he allow a young child to die?

“Qasim, you are young. You are the only child of your mother. Qasim, you are my brother’s son. I have promised my brother to look after you. My darling Qasim, you are the image of my brother. You remind me of Hassan. No, Qasim, no. I cannot allow you to die.”

Qasim was very disappointed. He went to his mother for help. His mother reminded him of the taveez his father had tied to his arm.

Qasim opened the taveez, and placed inside found a letter for Husayn. Qasim was pleased to see the letter. He took the letter to his uncle, Husayn.

Husayn read the letter from his brother, Hassan:

“Brother Husayn, a day will come when Islam will need to be saved by sacrifice. Husayn, I will not be alive on that day, however my son, Qasim will be there. It is my wish that Qasim should represent me on that day.”

“My dearest Qasim how can I stop you now. Go, Qasim, go.” He took Qasim to Bibi Zainab.

“Zainab, bring me Hassan’s abaa and his turban.” Husayn dressed Qasim with Hassan’s abaa (cloak) and turban.

“Zainab! Look at Qasim, doesn’t he look handsome? He looks just like our brother Hassan.”

Tears flowed from Husayn’s and Zainab’s eyes as they remembered their brother.

Husayn then dressed Qasim with the battlefield uniform and gave him the weapons.

A young child with adult weapons! Qasim was so young that his sword touched the ground as he walked.

He could not mount his horse on his own. Abbas, his uncle helped him mount the horse.

The young fighter Qasim rode to the battlefield. A rider whose feet did not reach the stirrups, the foot straps on the horse, but he was keen to save Islam.

He was the young son of Hasan, the grandson of Ali and he was trained by Abbas.

Qasim fought gallantly, he fought a battle history will never forget. The enemy could not overpower him. One of Yazid’s cowardly soldiers came from behind and hit Qasim on the head with a sword.

Qasim was covered in blood.

The young Qasim, thirsty for three days, could not take it anymore. He fell from his horse. As he fell he cried out;


Husayn and Abbas rushed to the battlefield.

Dreadful events then took place. The enemies of Islam thought that Husayn and Abbas were coming to attack them. They got scared. There was confusion.

Horses ran from one side to another, from here to there! From there to here!

The horses ran over Qasim, who was lying wounded on the ground. He got trampled on.

Husayn and Abbas were searching for Qasim.

My darling Qasim, where are you? Qasim! speak to your uncle. Qasim! Qasim! Where are you my son?”

Qasim could not reply. Qasim had stopped breathing.

When the enemies withdraw, what did Husayn see?

Qasim was not in one piece. The horses had trodden on him and torn him to pieces.

Imagine Husayn’s feelings! His brother, Hasan’s son lying trampled into pieces.


What shall Husayn do now? What shall Husayn do now’?

Qasim torn into pieces! His arms and legs scattered on the sand of Kerbala.

Husayn took off his abaa and spread it on the ground. He gathered the pieces of Qasim’s body and placed them on his abaa.

He then tied the abaa into a bundle.

Abbas helped Husayn carry Qasim’s trampled body.

When Husayn reached the camp, he cried out:

“Z-A-I-N-A-B! HELP ME ZAINAB. My heart is broken, Zainab. I have no strength left to carry Qasim’s body to the tent. Zainab, ask Amma Fizza to help you take Qasim to the tent.”

The ladies cried and did matam for Qasim.




Majlis 8: Hazrat AbbasSURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Tonight is the night of 8th of Moharram.

Surely tonight, we will shed more tears. We will do more matam.

Tonight is a very tragic night, it is the night of Hazrat Abbas.

Abbas! Who was Abbas?

Abbas, the Captain; Abbas, the Commander; Abbas, the brave and strong warrior; Abbas, the Alamder – flag bearer; Abbas, the faithful brother; Abbas, the guardian of Umme Kulthoom and Bibi Zainab; Abbas, Sakina’s dearest uncle; Abbas, son of Ummul Baneen; Abbas, the lion son of Ali.

Abbas was like his father, Ali. He had all the qualities of his great father. Abbas was brave, strong, wise, loving, obedient and faithful.

His father, Ali, on his dying bed, gave Abbas’ hand to Husayn said:

My son Abbas, Husayn is the son of Bibi Fatemah. Abbas, you are my son. Abbas, Husayn is your master. You are Husayn’s slave. Abbas, take care of Husayn.”

Since that day, Abbas had fulfilled Husayn’s every wish like a faithful slave.

Abbas treated Husayn like his master.

He always treated Bibi Kulthoom and Bibi Zainab with great respect.

He followed Husayn like a shadow.

Abbas was with Husayn in Kerbala.

Husayn knew Abbas was like their father, Ali, a brave and strong warrior.

He would tell Abbas:

“My brother Abbas keep your sword in its place. Don’t take your sword out to fight. We have come to save Islam. Abbas, we have come to teach true Islam. We will teach Islam – not with our swords but with our character. Patience Abbas, patience”

When Yazid’s men pulled out Husayn’s tents from the river bank, Abbas became very angry. He pulled out his sword and wanted to fight there and then. Husayn said:

“No Abbas, no! Be patient. We have not come here to fight, Abbas.

Imagine a warrior like Abbas, asked not to pull his sword out, after being treated so badly. That needs great patience.

Ashura came. Ali Akber gave his last Adhan. Everyone in Husayn’s camp prayed Fajr Namaaz.

The battle of Kerbala began. One-by-one, Husayn’s companions went to the battlefield and were martyred.

Everytime a body was brought to the tent, Abbas went to Husayn and said:

Master, now allow me to go to the battlefield. Enough, Master, enough. Let me go and fight those beastly men, Master.”

Every time, Husayn calmed Abbas down by saying:

“No Abbas, no! How can I let you go? You are the captain of my army. You are my right hand man, Abbas. You are mu support, Abbas. Where would I be without you, Abbas? No Abbas, no.”

Abbas’ three brothers went to the battlefield and were martyred.

Auno – Mohammed went to the battlefield and were martyred.

Qasim went. His body was trampled and torn to pieces,

Abbas became very restless and could not take it anymore. Somehow, he must get permission.

Abbas walked to Umme Kulthoom and Zainab’s tent and then turned back.

He knew they won’t let him go.

Abbas walked to Husayn’s tent several times and back again. How could he persuade Husayn to let him go?

Abbas is restless. Abbas wants permission to fight.

Just then, little Sakina, with her mashk, came to Abbas. “Uncle Abbas, look at my mashk. It is very dry. AL-ATASH, uncle. Sakina is very thirsty, uncle Abbas.”

Abbas thought of a way to get permission from Husayn.

He picked up little Sakina and went to Husayn’s tent.

Abbas sat in front of Husayn, with Sakina on his lap.

Abbas didn’t have to say anything.

Husayn looked at Abbas and then at Sakina and her mashk.

Husayn understood Abbas’ expression.

“Abbas, how can I say no, now? You have brought Sakina with you. Go Abbas, go. Go and fill Sakina’s mashk with water.

One request, Abbas, leave your sword with me!

Remember, Abbas, you are not going to the fight. You are just going to get water for Sakina.”

Abbas gave his sword to Husayn. He kissed Sakina and put her down. He said:

“Sakina, pray for me, pray that I get water for you.”

Abbas then went to Zainab.

“Sister Zainab, give me permission to go to the battlefield.”

“Brother Abbas, I used to hear that my hijab would be looted. Abbas, I used to say, how dare could anyone snatch my hijab when I have eighteen brothers. Now Abbas, that you are going, I believe that my hijab will really be looted.”

Abbas went to the battlefield.

In one hand Abbas carried the Alam of Husayn’s army and in the other he held a spear and Sakina’s mashk. He had no sword to fight but had a spear for protection. He headed for River Furaat.

Yazid’s soldiers saw Abbas coming. They had seen Abbas fight and knew he was like his father, Ali. They were scared,

The few who dared to attack Abbas were killed by his spear.

Abbas reached the river and filled Sakina’s mashk.

He then asked his faithful horse to drink water. The horse looked towards Husayn’s camp and seemed to say:

“Master, are you sure that the water will reach Sakina? Master, how can I drink when Sakina and Ali Asghar are thirsty? Let us first give them water, and then I will drink some.”

Abbas, with his Alam in one hand and his spear and Sakina’s water-filled mashk in the other, rode back.

Umar Saad, Yazid’s commander, ordered his men to stop Abbas taking water to Husayn’s tents.

The enemies surrounded Abbas. They fired arrows from all directions.

Abbas was hit with many arrows. He was bleeding.

Just then, a soldier came from behind and struck his sword on Abbas’ shoulder. Abbas gripped the mashk with his teeth, as his arm and spear fell to the ground.

Another soldier came and struck his sword into Abbas’ other shoulder. The Alam and the other arm fell to the ground.

Imagine, Abbas on his horse – No arms – holding Sakina’s mashk between his teeth.

Water must reach Sakina. Abbas, still had the strength to go on.

Sakina’s mashk is still filled with water.

An arrow was shot. It hit Sakina’s mashk. The water began to pour out.

Poor Abbas lost all his strength as the water poured out from Sakina’s mashk. He fell from his horse and cried out:

“Master, come to me. Master let me see you for the last time.”

Husayn heard Abbas. He was heartbroken. With his hands on his back he cried out:

“Son, Ali Akber, my back is gone. My support is gone. My Alamdar is gone.”

Husayn and Ali Akber rushed to the battlefield.

Husayn saw his brother lying on the ground.

Imagine how Husayn felt when he saw his brother lying on the ground – covered with blood, both arms severed.

He placed Abbas’ head on his lap.

My brother, Abbas? You are leaving me too. Abbas, what will I do without you? My support, Abbas, I am finished without you. My brother Abbas, can I do anything for you?”

“Yes, Master. When I came to this world, I saw your face first. Now, as I am going from this world, Master, I would like to see your face for the last time.”

‘Abbas, why can’t you see me?”

“Master, my eyes are covered with blood.”

Imam Husayn cleaned Abbas’ eyes. Abbas gazed at Husayn.

“Abbas, I have a wish too. All your life you have called me Master. Once, brother Abbas, just once, call me brother.”

Abbas said:

“Husayn, my brother, do not take my body to the tents. I am ashamed of myself. I don’t want Sakina to see me. I don’t want my sisters Kulthoom and Zainab to see me like this. I don’t want Kulthoom and Zainab to cry.”

Abbas took his last breath and died on Husayn’s lap.

Poor Husayn? What should he do now?

Husayn picked up the Alam and tied Sakina’s mashk to it.

Sakina saw the Alam coming. She shouted:

“Children, come children. My uncle Abbas is coming with water. I will give all of you water. Come children, come.”

Husayn reached the tent. He cried out:

“Z-A-l-N-A-B…….Help me, Zainab…….The Alam has come……But the Alamdar has not…”



Majlis 9: Hazrat Ali AkbarSURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Tonight is the night of 9th Moharram.

It is the second night without water.

It is very hot in Kerbala. Children cannot sleep.

How can they? They are very thirsty and hungry.

The sound of “AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH!” breaks Husayn’s heart.

What can Husayn do? He is patient.

For the sake of Allah, he is bearing it all.

More is to come. Husayn’s patience and sacrifice will be tested further.

On Ashura day…….Husayn sacrificed all his faithful friends but remained patient.

Auno – Mohammed were killled. Yet Husayn remained patient.

Qasim was torn to pieces. Yet Husayn remained patient.

Abbas’ arms were severed. Yet Husayn remained patient.

How much can Husayn bear? How much more can he sacrifice?

My fellow Husayni for the sake of Islam, Husayn, our Imam, sacrificed the most precious thing in his life – HIS TEENAGE SON – HIS 18 YEAR OLD SON – ALl AKBER!

Tonight, my fellow Husayni, we will cry more and we will do more matam.

Bibi Fatemah will cry with us. Mawla Ali will join us. Husayn will pray with us. Husayn and Zainab will cry with us.

Tonight, is the night of the teenage son of Husayn, the life of Husayn, the darling of Zainab and Umme Laila, the image of the Holy Prophet – Tonight is the night of Ali Akber!

The day of Ashura unfolded on the land of Kerbala. It was Fajr time. Husayn called his son, Ali Akber.

“My son, Ali Akber, go and give the Adhan. Ali Akber I want to hear the voice of my grandfather. Ali Akber, you sound so much like your great grandfather, the Holy Prophet.”


Ali Akber’s Adhan echoed through the land of Kerbala.

Ali Akber’s last Adhan…….It was no ordinary Adhan……..

It was filled with emotion…

Husayn began to cry. He remembered his grandfather.

All the ladies in the tents began to cry. Zainab burst into tears.

Everyone prayed Fajr Namaaz.

Soon after, the battle of Kerbala began.

One-by-one, Husayn’s companions went to the battlefield and were martyred.

Auno – Mohammed went. They were martyred too.

Qasim went. He was torn to pieces.

Ali Akber and Abbas helped Husayn, carry the bodies to the tent.

Sakina was thirsty. Abbas went to get water. Abbas did not come back.

Husayn is alone with Ali Akber.

Heartbroken. Full of grief! So many dead in one day.

How much can Husayn take? Enough – enough – enough.

No, my fellow Husayni more is to come. The greatest sacrifice in history, is to come……..

Ali Akber – the life of Husayn – the teenage son of Husayn – the darling of Husayn – came to his father and said:

“Father, may I now have permission to go for Jehad?”

Allaho Akber! My fellow Husayni, imagine the scene! Put your hand on your heart and think of what is happening?

A teenage son has come to his old father for permission to DIE! How does a father allow his teenage son – 18 years old – to die?

Poor Husayn! What does he do now? How does he allow his teenage darling son to die?

Husayn is helpless. His promise to Allah had to be honoured.

“My son, Ali Akber, go, you have my permission, but Akber, my darling, go and ask permission from your mother. Go and ask permission from Zainab, your auntie who has brought you up. Go, son, go.”

Ali Akber took permission from his mother, Umme Laila.

Ali Akber then went to his auntie, Zainab.

“Auntie Zainab, tell me one thing. Whose life is more important? Your Ali Akber’s, or Bibi Fatemah’s son, Husayn’s?”

“My son, Ali Akber, I would sacrifice a thousand lives to save Bibi Fatemah’s son – Husayn’s life.

Then auntie, do not stop me. Grant me permission. No one is left to save Husayn. Let me go, auntie, let me go.”

“Bismillah, my son. Go my Ali Akber, go.”

Ali Akber mounted his horse.

Husayn was crying. Umme Laila was crying. Bibi Kulthoom was crying. Zainab was crying.

“KHUDA – HAFIZ, mother. KHUDA – HAFIZ, father. KHUDA -HAFIZ, auntie Kulthoom. KHUDA – HAFIZ, auntie Zainab.”

Ali Akber rode to the battlefield.

He heard footsteps following him. He stopped and looked back. What did he see?

His father Husayn, was following him.

With his hands on his back, Husayn was running behind Ali Akber.

“Father, where are you going? Please father, go back to the tent.”

“My son Ali Akber, I want to see you as long as I can. I will stop here, my son, but promise me, you will keep on looking back after every few steps. Akber, my darling, your old father wants to see you as long as he can.”

Ali Akber continued……He looked back every few seconds. Husayn was there watching him.

He reached the battlefield.

Ali Akber fought bravely. He killed many well-known warriors.

Ali Akber came back to his father.

“Father, did you see me fight? I wish uncle Abbas was here to see me. Father, a few drops of water……., father, I am very thirsty. If I could just have a little water, I would send the entire army of Yazid to Hell.”

“My son. come near me. Touch my tongue. See if you can get some comfort from me.”

Ali Akber touched Husayn’s tongue.

“Father, your mouth is much drier than mine. Father, you must be more thirsty than myself.”

Ali Akber returned to the battlefield.

Umar Saad ordered his soldiers to kill Ali Akber.

While a few soldiers together attacked Ali Akber, one crept up to him and thrust a spear into Ali Akber’s chest.

Allaho Akber! The spear penetrated Akber’s chest. The handle broke. A sharp blade stuck into Akber’s heart. He felt faint.

Ali Akber fell off his horse. He cried out:

“O Father, accept my last salaam to you.”

Ali Akber did not call his father to come to see him.

Husayn was alone and Ali Akber did not want to bother his old father.

Husayn rushed to the battlefield.

“My son, my darling, my Ali Akber, where are you? Speak to your father, my son. Akber….. Akber…. My darling… Where are you?”

Husayn saw his son, Ali Akber. His son was lying on the sands of Kerbala with both his hands on his chest.

Ali Akber was taking his last breaths.

Poor Husayn! What shall Husayn do now? A father facing his teenage son, dying!

He placed Ali Akber’s head on his lap.

“My son, Ali Akber, my darling, Ali Akber, why are you covering your chest? My son, is your chest hurting? Let me look at it, my son.”

“No, father, no! Don’t remove my hands from my chest. You will not be able to bear it, father.”

Husayn gently moved Ali Akber’s hands.

Allaho Akber, Allaho Akber! What did Husayn see?

What did a father see?

The blade of the spear stuck deep into Ali Akber’s chest. Ali Akber was in a lot of pain.

What shall Husayn do now? What shall Husayn do now?

Husayn put both his hands on the blade and looked towards Najaf. He cried out loudly:

“BABA, YA MUSHKIL KHUSHA! HELP ME!… BABA! It was easy for you to pull out the gates of Khyber… BABA! It is difficult for me to pull out the blade from my son’s chest…… BABA! Help me, Baba!”

With a cry of “YA ALl”, Husayn pulled the blade out.

Blood gushed out of Ali Akber’s chest. Husayn was covered with his son, Ali Akber’s blood.

Ali Akber took his last breath.

What does Husayn do now?

“Auno – Mohammed, help me carry your brother’s body. Qasim, help me. Abbas, I need your help. Where are you, Abbas?”

Husayn was alone. How does he carry Ali Akber’s body?

Husayn alone could not carry Ali Akber’s body.

He put Ali Akber’s hands around his neck…..

Husayn carried his 18 year old son’s body with great difficulty.

Ali Akber’s feet dangled, touching the sand of Kerbala.

Poor Husayn! So much patience! So much sacrifice!

As he reached the tent……..he cried out:





Majlis 10: Hazrat Ali AsgharSURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Tonight is the 10th night of Moharram. Tonight is the eve of Ashura. A very tragic night. A very sad night. The last night for the 72 martyrs of Kerbala.

The last night for brothers to be with their sisters. The last night for sisters to be with their brothers. The last night for fathers to be with their children. The last night for mothers to be with their children. The last night for little Sakina to be with her beloved uncle Abbas and dearest father Husayn.

Indeed, a night never to be forgotten.

A night to shed more tears. A night to do more matam.


Mothers are sitting with their children. Umme Laila is with Ali Akber, Umme Farwah is with Qasim, Bibi Zainab is with Auno- Mohammed.

What are these mothers of Kerbala telling their beloved children?

They are preparing them for Jehad. They are preparing them to sacrifice their lives. Preparing them to die!

Why? Because they know Husayn is on the right path. The right path to save Islam!

Let us send our salaams to those mothers of Kerbala for sacrificing their most precious for Islam.

Abbas the Alamdar! Like every night, Abbas was guarding the camp.

Where was Husayn?

Husayn had gathered all his friends and companions in his tent.

“My friends, my companions, tonight is the last night. Tomorrow is the day of Ashura. Tomorrow is the day of Shahadat – martyrdom! None of us will be spared by Yazid’s soldiers.”

Imam Husayn continued:

“My friends, my companions, you have suffered enough. There is still time to save your lives. Escape in the darkness of the night. I will have no objections. I will forgive you. Go, my friends! Go, my companions!”

Imam Husayn blew the candles off. There was total darkness.

Anyone could have escaped without being seen or embarrassed.

After a while, Husayn lit the candles.

How many ran away? One? Two? Five? Ten?

No one! Why did they not run away to save their lives?

Because, my fellow Husayni, they had recognised the truth.

Because they knew Husayn was right.

Because they knew Husayn was on the true path.

Because they knew their sacrifice would save Islam.

Husayn was lucky to be blessed with true friends and best companions, – faithful, truthful and pious!

Our greetings to those 72 martyrs of Kerbala for their great sacrifice for Islam.

Imam Husayn made the biggest sacrifice.

In one day, he sacrificed his brothers, nephews and children on the land of Kerbala.

He remained patient after seeing so many dead in one day.

Did Husayn complain?


On the contrary, after sacrificing his 18 year old son Ali Akber he looked up at the sky and said:


Allah’s will was Husayn’s command. Husayn was prepared and willing to sacrifice his family. He never prayed to Allah to save his family.



Auno – Mohammed had been killed. Qasim was trodden to pieces. Abbas was lying on the bank of River Furaat. Ali Akber’s chest was torn open with a spear.

Is there anymore to sacrifice?

Tonight is the night of Ali Asghar. The little MUJAHEED – the little soldier and the youngest SHAHEED.

Ashura came to the land of Kerbala.

One-by-one, Husayn’s friends and companions were martyred.

Auno – Mohammed, Qasim, Abbas and Ali Akber went to the battlefield and were martyred.

By Asr time Husayn was left alone.

The time had come for Husayn to go to the battlefield. Husayn said KHUDA HAFIZ to everyone.

Husayn, with his sword ZULFIKAR on his waist, mounted ZULJANA, his horse.

Husayn rode his horse to a small mount, he then called out loudly:


With this call, the grandson of the Holy Prophet, was giving one last chance to Yazid’s men, the men who called themselves Muslims – the followers of the Holy Prophet.

Hypocrites! That’s what Yazid’s men were.

No one answered Husayn’s last call. But Husayn heard the sound of crying coming from his camp.

Husayn turned around and returned to his tents.

“Zainab, your brother is still alive. Why are you crying?”

“My brother Husayn, when you called out, “IS THERE ANYONE TO HELP ME”, Ali Asghar fell from his cradle.”

Husayn knew what Ali Asghar was trying to say.

Husayn went to Umme Rubab. Ali Asghar was on her lap.

He was crying and Umme Rubab was trying to comfort him.

Husayn picked up baby Ali Asghar and whispered in his ear. Ali Asghar stopped crying. He looked up at his father and smiled.

“Umme Rubab, I am taking Ali Asghar to the battlefield with me so that I can get some water for him.”

What did Husayn whisper in Ali Asghar’s ear? What made Ali Asghar stop crying, and to smile? Husayn had whispered:

“My son, Ali Asghar, do you want to come to the battlefield with me? Asghar, do you want to show your strength on the battlefield? Come, let us go, my little Mujaheed, my little soldier, Asghar.”

Umme Rubab changed Ali Asghar’s clothes.

Imam Husayn carried Ali Asghar to the battlefield. It was very hot. Ali Asghar was thirsty. Husayn covered baby Ali Asghar with his abaa, to protect him from the scorching sun.

Yazid’s men saw Husayn approaching with something in his hand.

“Look, Husayn is coming with the Quran. He has no one left to help him. With the help of the Quran he is hoping to win.”

Husayn walked to Yazid’s soldiers. By moving his abaa he uncovered Ali Asghar.

He held Ali Asghar high with both his hands and said:

“O soldiers of Yazid, you feel I have offended you, but what has this little child done to you? His mother’s milk has dried up. He has not had a drop of water for three days. He is dying of thirst. I beg you to give water to this innocent little child.”

Not one of Yazid’s soldiers brought any water for Ali Asghar.

Once more Imam Husayn begged:

Maybe you think that when you bring water for this child, I will drink it too. I will put this little child on the ground. You can come and give him water yourself.”

Husayn placed Ali Asghar on the burning sand of Kerbala.

Ali Asghar lay quietly on the hot sand of Kerbala. His turned his head and stared at Yazid’s men.

No water came for Ali Asghar.

Husayn picked up Ali Asghar and said:

“My son Ali Asghar, my darling, you are too young to fight with a sword or a spear. My little Mujaheed, my little soldier, you are a grandson of Ali. Ali Asghar, fight your Jehad with your tongue.”

Little Asghar stuck his dry tongue out and moved it over his dry lips looking towards Yazid’s men. He fought Jehad with his tongue.

The little soldier shot a strange arrow – his dry tongue.

It hit the hearts of Yazid’s soldiers who had children of their own. They became restless. Some started crying.

They spoke amongst themselves:

“Husayn is saying the truth. What has this child done to us? Why is he punished like this? Let us give him some water.”

Umar Saad got worried that his soldiers will turn against him.

The little soldier’s fight was very effective. Little Ali Asghar was fighting Jehad his way.

Umar Saad ordered his best archer:

“Hurmullah! What are you waiting for? Silence the little child! Don’t you know he is a grandson of Ali? Hurry, shoot your arrow, before it is too late.”

Hurmullah aimed an arrow at Ali Asghar. A small arrow for a little child? No! An arrow not with one head, not with two heads, but with three sharp heads.

Why? Why an arrow with three heads for such a small child?

My fellow Husayni! You will not be able to stop crying when you hear what happened next.

An arrow with three sharp heads flew across the desert of Kerbala. It was heading for Ali Asghar. Husayn saw the arrow coming. He covered Ali Asghar with his arms.

The arrow reached Husayn.

The arrow went through Husayn’s arm and lodged in the tiny neck of Ali Asghar.

Ali Asghar died instantly.

Allaho Akber! Allaho Akber!

Poor Husayn, the poor father, who came to get water for his little child.

Instead of water, Ali Asghar got an arrow in his neck.

What shall Husayn do now? What shall Husayn do now?

Husayn gently pulled the arrow from Ali Asghar’s tiny neck.

My fellow Husayni, put your hand on your heart and imagine the scene – a father removing an arrow from his child’s neck. What a tragic scene!

Blood gushed out from Ali Asghar’s neck.

A voice came from the ground:

“No, Husayn, do not let Ali Asghar’s blood fall to the ground, otherwise no crops will ever grow from this earth.” Husayn looked up at the sky.

A voice came from the sky:

“No Husayn, do not let the blood gush towards the sky, otherwise, no drop of rain will ever fall from this sky.”

What shall Husayn do now? What shall Husayn do now?

The sky is refusing, the earth is not happy to accept Asghar’s blood.

Poor Husayn wiped Ali Asghar’s blood on his face.

Husayn started walking towards his tents.

He saw Ali Asghar’s mother – Umme Rubab – standing by his tent. A mother anxiously waiting for her baby.

Husayn thought:

“How can I face Umme Rubab? What shall I tell her? How can I tell her that her baby has been martyred without water? How? How?”

SEVEN TIMES, Husayn went forward and then turned back,



He finally reached the tent where Umme Rubab was standing. “Rubab, come and take your Ali Asghar. Rubab, your little soldier has died for the sake of Allah.”

Umme Rubab took her little child, Ali Asghar. She hugged him and cried her heart out.

“Come with me Rubab. Enough, Rubab, enough. Let us bury our baby Asghar”

Husayn and Umme Rubab walked to the back of the tents.

Husayn dug a small grave with his sword, the Zulfikar.

Umme Rubab placed Ali Asghar in the small grave.

My fellow Husayni why should we not cry tonight? Why should we not do matam tonight?

Have we ever heard of any other father and mother digging a grave and burying their own child?

Where can Husayn get water to sprinkle on Ali Asghar’s grave? There is no water to sprinkle on Ali Asghar’s grave.

Husayn sat by the grave crying.

Tears poured on the grave. Ali Asghar’s grave was sprinkled with Husayn’s tears.



Majlis 11: Imam Husain SURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem

Today is Ashura dayl Today is the day of the 10th of Moharram.

Ashura day is the most tragic day for all Muslims, in particular Shi’as.


The day, when 72 brave and faithful men were martyred… The day of great sacrifice… The day Islam was saved from destruction.


The day the Holy Prophet leaves Heaven to join us in mourning, the day Mawla Ali leaves Heaven……..The day Bibi Fatemah leaves Heaven, to cry with us, for the 72 martyrs.

THE DAY OF ASHURA……..A very sad day…….A day full of tragedy.

What shall we recite today? Which tragedy shall we remember today? So much suffering! So many dead! So much sacrifice! So much patience!

Who shall we cry for today? Who shall we do matam for today?

So much to cry for. So much to do matam for.

My friends, if we do not cry today, when else would we cry?

If we do not do matam today, when else would we do matam?

Traditionally, we recite the Shahadat of Imam Husayn today. My fellow Husayni! I have neither the courage nor the heart to recite in detail the Shahadat of Imam Husayn.

Bibi Fatemah is with us. She would like us to recite the last farewell of Husayn from Sakina, Zainab, Kulthoom and the other ladies.

Ashura came to the land of Kerbala.

Ali Akber gave the Adhan. Everyone prayed Fajr Namaaz.

Yazid’s men blew the trumpets to start the battle.

The battle began.

One-by-one, Husayn’s friends and companions went to the battlefield and gave their lives for Islam.

By Zuhr time, all the friends and companions were martyred.

Auno – Mohammed, Bibi Zainab’s young sons, went to the baftlefield and were martyred.

Qasim, Bibi Farwah’s only son, went to the battlefield and was martyred and trampled by the horses.

Abbas could not bear the sad cries of “AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH! AL-ATASH!”, from his beloved niece, Sakina. He went to get water and did not return. His arms were severed.

Ali Akber, the 18 year old youth, went to the battlefield and was martyred with a dreadful wound in his chest.

Since dawn, Imam Husayn had carried 72 bodies to the camp.

Husayn was thirsty, tired, heartbroken…….but he kept on!

Patience was his prayer. And sacrifice to save Islam was his goal.

All Husayn was worried about was saving Islam.

By Asr time, Husayn was left with his baby Ali Asghar and his son, Sayyid-e-Sajjad – Imam Zainul Abideen who was ill.

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 Umme Kulthoom! My salaam to you O Ruqayya! O Kubra! O Sakina! My salaam to you O Rubab! O Laila! O Umme Farwah! O Amma Fizza!…… KHUDA HAFIZ! KHUDA HAFIZ!”

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 khuda hafiz to my son, Sayyid-e-Sajjad.”

Husayn and Zainab went to Imam Zainul Abideen’s tent.

Sayyid-e-Sajjad was lying unconscious on his bed. Bibi Zainab shook his shoulder and said:

“Son, Sajjad! Your father has come to see you.

Sayyid-e-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 khuda hafiz. I am going to the battlefield.”

“Why you Baba? Where is Habib lbne 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 AKBER? Where is Ali Akber?”

“QAD QUTIL Ali Akber has been killed, son Sajjad.”

Tears poured from Husayn’s and Zainab’s eyes, as Sayyid-e-Sajjad enquired about Ali Akber.

“Son Sajjad! Don’t ask me about anyone else! My son, everyone is dead, except for you and me”

Sayyid-e-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 Jehad. Son Sajjad, your Jehad 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. Son Sajjad, do tell them Husayn died for truth and justice. Lastly, my son, tell my Shi’as to remember me whenever they drink water, KHUDA HAFIZ, MY SON, KHUDA HAFIZ.”

Imam Husayn and Bibi Zainab left the tent.

“Sister Zainabl My last will to you. Zainab, I am leaving you in charge of this caravan. Sister Zainab, take care of Sayyid-eSajjad. My sister, Zainab, I am leaving Imamat under your protection. Zainab……, O my sister Zainab! Look after my little Sakina. She will cry a lot after my death.”

Tears flowed from Husayn’s eyes as he spoke about Sakina.

“Sister Zainab, be patient. Patience, my sister, patience. My sister Zainab! KHUDA HAFIZ!”

Imam Husayn walked to his horse. Husayn had helped everyone to mount their horses, but now……Husayn is alone. There is no-one to help him mount his horse.

Bibi Zainab saw her brother struggling to get on the horse.

“Brother Husayn, bring your horse nearer my tent. My brother, let me help you.”

Bibi Zainab held the reins as Husayn mounted his horse, ZULJANA.

Zuljana moved a few steps and stopped. Husayn gently stroked the horse’s neck and said:

“My faithful horse, I know you are thirsty. I know you are tired.

You have been helping me carry the bodies from the battlefield since dawn.

My faithful horse, for the last time, take me to the battlefield. I will not bother you after that. Please Zuljana, let us go.

With tears in his eyes, the horse turned his neck and looked down at his legs.

What did Husayn see?

My friends, you will not be able to stop the tears flowing from your eyes.

Husayn saw his beloved daughter Sakina clinging to the horse’s legs. Sakina – only four years old. Sakina – the answer to Husayn’s prayers for a daughter – Sakina who loved Husayn like Bibi Fatemah loved Husayn.

Sakina, the delight of Husayn’s heart.

Little Sakina was crying and saying:

“O horse! Do not take my father away. No, horse, no. You will not bring my father back. Since dawn, everyone who has gone to the battlefield has not come back. Please, horse, do not take my father away. I will not be able to live without my father. Please, horse, please.”

What a tragic scene. This is when Bibi Fatemah cries most. She knows how Husayn felt. Husayn loved Sakina very much.

Husayn got off his horse.

“My darling Sakina. Do not cry my love! Did you not give me permission to go? Sakina…….go, my darling, go. Go and recite duas with your auntie and mother. Your grandmother is waiting for me.

“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 Kerbala. Little Sakina put her head on her fathers chest.

After a few seconds, Sakina got up and said:

“Go, father, go. Khuda Hafiz, father.”

Husayn mounted his horse and headed for the battlefield. Thirsty, tired, wounded and heartbroken………

Husayn was not a coward. He was brave and strong. Husayn was the son of Ali.

Husayn fought the battle with his greatest might.

One-by-one, Husayn killed the best warriors of Yazid.

The enemy were pushed back by the mighty Husayn.

Our great Imam fought like a lion. He was the best.

No-one dared come near our Imam.

Imam Husayn reached the banks of River Furaat. He saw Abbas lying there.

“Abbas! My brother, Abbas! Did you see me fight? Abbas, did you see my Jehad? My brother, Abbas, I wish you were with me. We would have fought the battle together, Abbas.”

At that moment, Angel Jibrael appeared in the sky and said:

“O Husayn! Allah is very pleased with your bravery. Husayn! The time has come to put your sword down. Enough, Husayn, enough. Come to us, Husayn, we are waiting for you.”

Husayn heard Allah’s command. He put his sword down.

The enemies saw Husayn put his sword down. They attacked our Imam from all sides.

Arrows were shot at Husayn. Husayn was attacked with swords.

People who did not have arrows or swords, threw stones at Husayn.

Allaho Akber! Our poor Imam……..With a thousand wounds…Bleeding…Blood gushing out of the wounds.

Husayn could not stay on his horse. He fell from his horse.

My fellow Husayni! Our Imam is covered with arrows.

Imagine his fall on the land of Kerbala!

He falls but his body does not touch the ground.

Husayn’s body rests on the arrow blades.

Enough! Enough! Enough!

A black slave from Yazid’s camp comes to Husayn.

He has a dagger in his hand. He wants to cut off Imam Husayn’s head from his Holy body. Imam Husayn looked at the slave and said:

“My friend, you look so much like Bilal, the Holy Prophet’s companion. Have you prayed the Zohr Namaaz?”

The black slave threw away the dagger and ran off screaming:

“What am I doing? How can I cut off this man’s head? Such a pious man He is dying but still remembers to remind me of Namaaz.

Shimr, the most evil of Yazid’s men, walked to Imam Husayn. He had a big dagger in his hand. Imam made a request to him.’ “O Shimr, I know your intention. I beg of you to give me a little time to do two sajdah.”

Husayn did the first sajdah on the MUSALLAH OF ARROWS:


Husayn lifted his head and went down to perform his second sajdah.

Shimr did not let Imam Husayn lift his head from this last sajdah.

The earth trembled. The sky turned black.

Jibrael cried out:


Bibi Zainab saw her brother’s head on a lance, She cried out:




Majlis 12: Shaam-e-GharibaSURA-E-FATEHA

Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem



In one day 72 men dead! Companions of Husayn lay dead!

Auno – Mohammed are dead. Qasim is dead. Abbas is dead.

Ali Akber is dead. Ali Asghar is dead. Husayn is dead.

Lying on the sands of Kerbala are 72 dead men. Their heads severed from their bodies. No ghusl! No kafan! No burial!

Lying on the sands of Kerbala are 72 dead men! Their bodies trampled by Yazid’s horses.

The sun was setting in the horizon. River Furaat flowed turbulently breaking its bank.

Another night fell on the land of Kerbala. The night of SHAAM-E-GHARIBA. What a lonely night? What a tragic and sad night? No fire! No light! Night of darkness!

The air was filled with sounds of ladies and children crying.

Widows crying for their husbands. Sisters crying for their brothers. Mothers crying for their children. Little orphans crying for their fathers.

Bibi Zainab is not crying. No tears were flowing from her eyes.

Husayn is not there to comfort the mothers and orphans but Bibi Zainab is there. She is comforting the mothers and the little orphans.

Abbas or Ali Akber are not there to guard the tents but Bibi Zainab is there. She is guarding the tents.

Enough! Surely Yazid’s beastly men would leave the ladies and children to mourn their dead ones in peace.

But no, they did not…….

They came to the tents. They looted all the belongings of the Holy ladies. They even snatched away the ladies’ hijab. Fatemah’s daughters were left bare-headed.

Shimr, the most evil of Yazid’s men, came too. Sakina was crying for her father. Instead of comforting words, Shimr slapped Sakina’s face and pulled off earrings from her ears. Blood poured from little Sakina’s ears.

Surely they would stop now. But they did not.

One-by-one they set fire to the tents. The helpless ladies and children ran from one tent to another

Little Sakina ran from one tent to another. Her dress was on fire, Her ears were bleeding. All Sakina wanted was her dear father.

She ran to the battlefield screaming:

“Father, where are you? Father, father……., speak to me father.”

The seventh tent, which was the last was set on fire. Our 4th Imam, Imam Zainul Abideen was lying unconscious in the bed. Zainab got worried. She had to save the Imam of the time, our 4th Imam. So she rushed to the tent and rescued Imam Zainul Abideen to safety.

All the tents were burned down. The Holy ladies and children were left homeless.

Tonight is the night of SHAAM-E-GHARIBA. The night of the homeless.

The children were frightened so they ran away to escape the fire, the restless horses and the beatings.

Bibi Zainab and Umme Kulthoom went in search of the children. They found some dead, trampled by the horses or burnt by the fire.

Zainab and Umme Kulthoom gathered the ladies and children together in a small space, where our 4th Imam was lying.

Sakina could not be found. Umme Kulthoom stood guard, while Zainab rushed to the battlefield screaming:

“Sakina! Darling Sakina! Where are you? Sakina! Sakina!”

Whilst searching, Bibi Zainab reached the area where Husayn’s body was lying.

There with her head buried in Husayn’s chest, lay Sakina deep in sleep! Bibi Zainab gently picked up Sakina and took her back to her mother.

Bibi Zainab settled all the ladies and children. She then stood on guard with a broken spear in her hand.

Bibi Rubab kept waking up. Zainab said to her:

“Rubab! Do not worry. Rest peacefully as the daughter of Ali is on guard. You have nothing to fear, Rubab!”

“Zainab, I am not worried but I keep hearing my baby crying. I hear my dearest Ali Asghar crying.”

Poor Rubab. Poor mother. She was spending the first night without Ali Asghar, her baby. How can she sleep comfortably when Ali Asghar, her baby was lying alone under the sands of Kerbala? Bibi Rubab did not stop crying for her baby.

Late that night, Zainab had a vision. She saw a man on a horse, riding towards her. She cried out:

“O man on the horse! Please do not come any nearer! I have just managed to get the children to sleep. We have nothing left. Please go away!”

The rider continued riding towards her. Zainab got very angry. She lifted the broken spear and warned the rider:

“Stop! Stop, just there! Do not come any nearer! I am the daughter of Ali! I am warning you to stop just there!”

The man on the horse continued to ride towards her. He spoke to Zainab:

“Daughter Zainab! Do you not recognise your father, Ali?”

Zainab rushed to her father. She threw herself to her father’s feet and said:

“Baba! I am glad you have come. But you are very late.”

She continued:

“Baba! Where were you when Ali Akber was being killed?

Baba! Where were you when Abbas was being killed?

Baba! Where were you when Husayn was being killed?

Baba! Where were you when our tents were burned down?

Baba! Baba! Where were you when our hijab was taken?

Baba! Where were you? Where were you? Baba!”

“Zainab, my daughter Zainab, you are very tired! I have come to guard your tents. My daughter, Zainab, you have a lot to do tomorrow. Zainab, you will have many sleepless nights. Tonight, my daughter Zainab you rest. I will guard the tents. Go to sleep my daughter, Zainab.”