Our Moharram majaalis continues. We
shall shed more tears for Karbala. We will continue our matam. Bibi
Fatima(s.a) is watching all of us. Everyone will be rewarded on the Day
of Judgement.
Our tears, our matam, for Hussain (a.s)
will not be wasted. Hussain (a.s) will reward us. Bibi Fatima(s.a) will
protect us. Allah will be pleased with us.
Hussain (a.s), his companions and his
family are in Karbala.
The 7th of Moharram is a very tragic
day in the event of Karbala.
On this day, water was stopped from
reaching Hussain (a.s)'s camp. It was very hot in Karbala. 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(AS),
the 13 year old son of Imam Hassan(AS) and Umme Farwah(SA).
Ashura came to the land of Karbala.
Ali Akber(AS) gave the Fajr Adhan.
Everyone prayed the Fajr Namaaz.
One-by-one Hussain (a.s)'s companions
went to the battlefield and gave their life for Islam. They all became
MARTYRS! SHAHEED! SHAHEED-E- Karbala!
By Zuhr time, Imam Hussain (a.s) was
left with only his family, Auno-Mohammed(AS). Qasim(AS), Ali Akber(AS)
and Abbas(AS).
The companions of Imam Hussain (a.s)
whilst they were alive did not let Imam Hussain (a.s)'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 (AS)took permission from his
mother, Umme Farwah, to fight.
Then he went to his uncle, Hussain (a.s)
to ask for his permission to fight.
How can Hussain (a.s) give permission
to his brother's son to die? How can he allow a young child to die?
"Qasim(AS), 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(AS) 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 Hussain (a.s). Qasim was pleased to see the
letter. He took the letter to his uncle, Hussain (a.s).
Hussain (a.s) read the letter from his
brother, Hassan(AS):
"Brother Hussain (a.s), a day will come
when Islam will need to be saved by sacrifice. Hussain (a.s), I will not
be alive on that day, however my son, Qasim will be there. It is my wish
that Qasim(AS) should represent me on that day."
"My dearest Qasim how can I stop you
now. Go, Qasim, go." He took Qasim to Bibi Zainab(SA).
"Zainab(SA), bring me Hassan's abaa and
his turban." Hussain (a.s) dressed Qasim with Hassan's abaa (cloak) and
turban.
"Zainab(SA)! Look at Qasim, doesn't he
look handsome? He looks just like our brother Hassan."
Tears flowed from Hussain (a.s)'s and
Zainab's eyes as they remembered their brother.
Hussain (a.s) 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(AS), 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(AS), the
grandson of Ali (AS)and he was trained by Abbas(AS).
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 (AS)on the
head with a sword.
Qasim(AS) was covered in blood.
The young Qasim(AS), thirsty for three
days, could not take it anymore. He fell from his horse. As he fell he
cried out;
"O, UNCLE! COME QUICKLY. HELP ME,
UNCLE!"
Hussain (a.s) and Abbas rushed to the
battlefield.
Dreadful events then took place. The
enemies of Islam thought that Hussain (a.s) 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(as), who was
lying wounded on the ground. He got trampled on.
Hussain (a.s) and Abbas(as) were
searching for Qasim(as).
My darling Qasim(as), 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
Hussain (a.s) see?
Qasim was not in one piece. The horses
had trodden on him and torn him to pieces.
Imagine Hussain (a.s)'s feelings! His
brother, Hasan's son lying trampled into pieces.
ALLAHO AKBER! ALLAHO AKBER!
What shall Hussain (a.s) do now? What
shall Hussain (a.s) do now'?
Qasim torn into pieces! His arms and
legs scattered on the sand of Karbala.
Hussain (a.s) 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(as0 helped Hussain (a.s) carry
Qasim's trampled body.
When Hussain (a.s) reached the camp, he
cried out:
"Z-A-I-N-A-B! HELP ME ZAINAB(sa). My
heart is broken, Zainab(sa). I have no strength left to carry Qasim's
body to the tent. Zainab(sa), ask Amma Fizza to help you take Qasim to
the tent."
The ladies cried and did matam for
Qasim.
"WA QASIMA! WA QASIMA! WA QASIMA!"
INNA LILLAHE WA INNA
ELAIHI RAJEOON!
WE ARE FROM GOD AND TO
GOD WE RETURN!