Lonely evening at dungeon

By: Sister Mardhiya

In the heart of a humid dungeon,
where the darkness haunts the soul,
lied a little girl,
called Sakina.
How the accursed Yazid tortured her,
forbidding her to mourn & cry,
in the memory of her father.
For every tear that she shed,
the oppressor's slapped Sakina in her ear.
With flowing blood,
and a griefed heart,
little Sakina wept day & night.
The innocent prayers that she made,
the silent whispers that she invoked,
echoed across the clouded cellars.
When Yazid heard her lamenting,
his develish mind sought to cause more pain.
Upon his wicked orders;
in a tray they brought Hussain's severed head,
& placed it by Sakina's side,
to quieten her down.
The instant her eyes saw his dried blue lips,
the torn veins,
and the bruised face,
she clasped the Holy head,
close to her heart.
With her tiny hands,
which bore the marks of whips,
she caressed her beloved's head.
From her little eyes,
showered rain,
as she spoke to her father.
Her distressed aunt,
who was with her,
comforted her.
But within moments,
the little princess,
quietened down forever.