“A house without Sakina (A.S) would not be worth living in”
Through the desert of Mesopotamia they marched on Falling every few feet, due to sheer exhaustion Ali Zain-ul Abideen(a.s) was mercilessly whipped Even if he stumbled, even if he tripped.
Sakina(a.s) fell down from the camel’s bare-back Zaynab(a.s) raised an alarm; she was taken aback The soldiers were intoxicated, they paid no heed Without any succor, she would perish indeed!
In desperation, Zaynab(a.s) turned towards the spear “Hussain(a.s), fallen down is your daughter dear; I am helpless, my feet and hands are bound.” The spear, with Hussain’s(a.s) head, got planted down!
Khooli(l.a) jumped down, to uproot the spear The stooges rushed forth, from far and near The spear remained stuck as if cemented The impact would be great, if soldiers got scent.
Shimr(l.a) approached Ali(a.s); his anger was boiling The Imam looked at the head; tears were trickling He turned his gaze, Zaynab(a.s) caught his weeping eye “Sakina(a.s) has toppled over, the child may die!”
Shimr(l.a) picked up the unconscious exhausted child Sakina(a.s) in Zaynab’s(a.s) arms, rushed the hostile Khooli(l.a) could now lift the spear from the ground The caravan proceeded quietly, onwards bound