> A Day > Like No Other! > > > "A Day Like No Other" > > >On this day, > Adam was reborn.. >On this day, Abraham was > resurrected. . >On this day, Moses was > restored.. >On this day, Jesus was > reinvigorated. . >On this day Mohammad > was revived.. >On this day, Imam Hussain was killed.. > >And, through > him, prophets and their message of morality had new life breathed > into > them. > > > >The sky had > turned crimson red... While the time was in the early hours of the > afternoon, the sun looked like it was about to set. Perhaps it was > going > through an eclipse. Judging from the scene on the ground, an eclipse > seemed like it was not going to attract any attention as there were > events that proved too distracting. No one seemed to care. > > >It was really hard to focus on any > particular section of the plains of ‘Naynawa’. At the same time it was > difficult to look away. The scene wasn't just shocking.. It was > nauseating. Is this the sight of an earthquake? Nothing else could > explain the sheer devastation, the mesmerizing carnage, or the > catastrophic nature of the landscape. It was as if time itself had > come > to a halt. >I always knew that > man could be cruel… But this..?! This was not the act of men. The > perpetrators of this heinous crime were nothing short of ‘evil > incarnates’ with not the slightest hint of mercy in their hearts. > >The shock factor > prevented any immediate outpour of emotions, but although it was too > early to weep over the tragedy, it was clear that tears would forever > be > shed. > >Mutilated bodies everywhere.. . > Flames consuming what was left of the tents and their contents. Women > and children were running in all directions, but not to any specific > destination. There is no place that would harbor their > grievances. > >A little was girl running from a fire > that had caught her dress. She couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 > years > old. I believe I had seen her father embrace her just before leaving > for > the battlefield. I chased after her to put out the flame, only to > instigate more fear into her heart. She must have felt that I wanted > to > steal her possessions. After all, even a cheap pair of earrings proved > to be appealing to those mobsters. They were looting everything they > could get their hands on. > >I told her I carried > no harmful intentions and that I just wanted to offer some help. > Though > she was reluctant to trust me – and for good reason – but she had no > choice but to surrender. As I put out the fire with my feet she said > with a shaking voice: “Are you a friend… or one of them?”. > >I felt sorry for her… I really did. But I had to tell the truth. > “Neither” I said. “Just a journalist recording the events of the > battle”. > >She found the courage to ask another question. “Do you know whether > they will give us some water now, or will they just let us die out > here > in the desert?. She was quickly reminded of her tragic loss, her > father, > her brothers, her uncles, her cousins, and started weeping. “They > killed > them… One by one they killed them… Why don’t they just kill us > all…?”. > >This time I just couldn’t hold my tears. I was meant to > maintain neutrality and remain emotionally detached, but the > overwhelming grief had taken over every part of my soul. >Her father had just been brutally > murdered after having been deprived of water himself for 3 days in the > scorching heat. He was killed while attempting to bring water to his > children. > >I took her to the river bank nearby > for a drink of water. It was the famous river Euphrates with its pure > water. Together with the Tigris it was a blessing to the entire > nation. > But not for the last three days when it was made forbidden for the > family of Hussein, even though it was available for the wild dogs and > other desert beasts. >The little girl was > obviously distressed, but she was also very thirsty. It wasn’t just > the > fact that she was deprived of water for the last three days, but also > the summer heat. It was simply unbearable. She almost smiled when > her feet felt the cool waters, but she just stood there staring at the > stream. > >Thinking she was still afraid to drink, I said “It’s okay. You can > drink now. I won’t let them hurt you”. > >But she just stood there. When she faced me tears started rolling > down her cheeks. “I don’t want to drink water anymore. I can’t. I just > saw my 6 month old brother Ali Asghar killed while he was thirsty. My > father pleaded with them. He beseeched them for a drink but they > wouldn’t give him a drop of it until he was killed”. >------------ --- > > >From "Ashura - A Day Like No Other" by > Sayed Mahdi Almodarresi [yet unpublished] > > > Forwarded By Dar ul Muslimeen, P.O. Box 2736 - Dodoma, > Tanzania >Tel: (255 26) 2322033 / 2323086 Cell: +255 784 > 332989 >E-mail: dar-ul-muslimeen@ raha.com > Website: www.darulmuslimeen. org > > >__._,_.___ > >__,_._,___ -- YA ALLAH (ONE N ONLY) !!! http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2377143370 http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=5988860745 To Receive free Islamic Articles send a blank mail to amafhh.24...@gmail.com Kindly don't mark mails as "SPAM", to unsubscribe, email with subject as "Unsubscribe". Kindly remember us in your duas. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "shiagroup" group. To post to this group, send email to shiagr...@googlegroups.com. 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