The 3rd book from Mateen J. Charbonneau entitled Mystery of the Shia set to be released Friday 6/7/13, Inshallah.
The 3rd book from Mateen J. Charbonneau entitled Mystery of the Shia set to be released Friday 6/7/13, Inshallah.
When Qasim saw that Aun and Muhammad had been granted permission to march out on the entreaties of their mother, he rushed to his mother’s tent. Almost sobbing with disappointment, he told Umme Farwa that Aun and Muhammad had secured the Imam’s permission on the intercession of their mother but he had nobody to plead on his behalf with his uncle. In utter despondency he said; “If I am not destined to be a martyr on this day, life has no charm left for me. Am I destined to be a captive and led through the streets to a prison cell?”
Upon seeing Qasim so bitter and dejected Umme Farwa burst into tears of grief. Controlling herself she began to think what to do to get Husain’s permission for him. Her first reaction was to go over to the Imam and to implore him as his brother’s widow and seek permission for Qasim. However, in a flash she remembered her husband’s words to her shortly before his death. He had told her that for Qasim a time may come when he would find himself in the trough of despair and despondency and feel dejected and depressed beyond description. He had told her that, when this happened, she should deliver to him an envelope wherein he had kept a letter specially for this occasion. This she had carefully preserved and kept with her as her most cherished thing in a box. Fortunately for her, she had brought the box with her. She hastened to fetch the letter and handing over the envelope to Qasim she said: “Qasim, your present plight brought back to me your father’s words that a day like this would come for you and when this happened, I should deliver the letter to you.” With rekindled hopes and expectation Qasim took the envelope from his mother’s hand and opened it. In it he found two letters one addressed to himself and the other addressed to Hussain.
He anxiously opened the letter meant for him and read it aloud for his mother’s benefit. Hasan had written in it: “My child, when this letter reaches you, I will be no more. When you read it, you will find yourself torn with a conflict between your desire to do your duty and fulfill your obligations and demonstrate your love and esteem for your uncle, and his love and affection for you compelling him to hold you back. My Qasim, I have provided for this event by arming you with a letter for my dearest brother Hussain. You may deliver the letter to Hussain so that he may grant you your heart’s desire. There is much that I could say for this occasion but when you read this, you will find that time separating us is not long. So hurry along, my child, as I am waiting for you with open arms to welcome you.”
When he had completed reading the letter Qasim felt choked with emotion. His mother also stood speechless with feelings surging in her heart. Both were thinking in unison how loving and thoughtful it was of Hasan to provide a solution for their dilemma. Qasim reverentially bowed over the letter and kissed it. The tears rolling from his eyes fell on the writing but, instead of smearing the lettering, they lent glitter to it.
Umme Farwa was the first to get out of the reverie. She broke the silence and said: “My dearest Qasim, now that your father has come to your rescue even in death, take his letter to your uncle Hussain. I have no doubt that now he will not be able to refuse you his permission for laying down your life.”
Qasim could now hardly contain himself. He rushed towards the tent of Imam Hussain with the letter in his hands. He found Hussain standing outside Zainab’s tent looking intently towards the battlefield. Abbas was by his side and Zainab was standing near the door holding up the curtain and looking at the faces of Husain and Abbas Qasim knew that they were all watching the combats of Aun and Muhammad. How could he disturb his uncle at such a time? He stood quietly by the side of Husain and Abbas and gazed in the direction of the army pitted against his two young cousins. He could see from clouds of dust rising in the far distance that one of them had gone ahead of the other. Not so far away he could see the younger one, Muhammad, battling against a number of enemy soldiers clustered round him.
Hardly a few minutes had passed in watching the battle, when they saw Aun falling from his horse and giving a cry to his uncle to come to him and carry his body. Husain, who had already borne the afflictions of his companions’ death and the loss of his dearest son, Ali Akbar, seemed to wince as if he had received a stab in his chest. He turned to Zainab to see her reaction on hearing her son’s last cry. Abbas and Qasim rushed to her side to hold her. As if this blow was not enough, Muhammad also fell from his horse mortally wounded and similarly shouted to Husain to come to him. Abbas and Qasim knew that for Husain to reach his dying nephews, one after the other, was too trying even for a person of his mettle who had right through the morning performed this task himself. Abbas wanted to accompany Husain and assist him in bringing the dead brothers to the camp, leaving Qasim to attend to Zainab who had collapsed with grief and sorrow on hearing the parting cry of Muhammad. But Husain beckoned to him to remain with Zainab. Qasim tried to follow him but Husain asked him also to remain near Zainab and console her.
Husain first reached the place where Muhammad was lying mortally wounded. He bent over his body to find that, on account of loss of blood, his young life was ebbing fast. The child was gasping heavily. His throat was so parched that even with great efforts he was not able to speak clearly. Husain put his ear near Muhammad’s mouth. In a faint, faltering voice the young lad said: ”My last salutations to you, uncle. Tell my mother that I have lived up to her expectations and am dying bravely as she and my father wanted me. Give my last salaams to her and console her as much as you can.” The efforts made by the child in saying these words appeared to exhaust him. He added after a few seconds: “I heard the cry of Aun before I fell. Now that I am beyond any help, Uncle please go over to him and see if you can do something for him before it is too late.” Hardly had he said these words, when his life became extinct. Husain was beside himself with grief. But he could not remain there long as he had to go over to Aun. He rushed in the direction where Aun had fallen. On reaching his body he found that he had breathed his last. He picked up his lifeless body and pressed it to his heart.
With a heavy tread, with tears flowing in torrents, the aged uncle began his march towards the camp with the body of his nephew in his arms. Abbas came rushing from the camp towards him and said, “Let me carry Aun’s body to the morgue and you take Muhammad’s body. My master, Abbas is still alive to share your burden and grief.” Quietly Husain handed over Aun’s corpse to Abbas and went over to pick up Muhammad’s body. The two brothers, one old and one young, were each carrying the body of a young nephew. The sight was such as to evoke sorrow and grief in the hearts of the most hard-hearted persons.
On reaching their camp Husain and Abbas laid the bodies of Aun and Muhammad on the ground. Zainab who was waiting for them came over and fell on the two bodies of her sons. “My sons, my sons,” she cried, “What mother is there to send her beloved ones to meet death as I have sent mine?” Her face was bathed in tears. With sobs she was saying: “My darlings, you have gone from this world with your thirst unquenched. Your grandfather Ali will be there to quench your thirst in heaven. My beloved sons, for Zainab there is still a long, weary, unending future to face without you two to lighten the burden with your brave talk.” Overpowered by her grief and emotions she fell unconscious on the dead bodies.
Husain, Abbas, Qasim and the ladies who were all standing and crying by her side, gently picked up Zainab and took her to her tent. They all knew that in such a great tragedy as had befallen her, all words of consolation would only be in vain.
As was the practice of Yazid’s army, they started beating the drums on the slaughter of the two nephews of Husain, to herald their victory. When the beating of drums stopped, they raised the usual cry challenging the young defenders of Husain to come out into the field to face death. Now Qasim came over to Husain, who was standing near Zainab’s prostrate form with his head bent. Qasim could not muster sufficient strength to say what he had come to convey to the Imam. He quietly handed over the letter of his father for Husain which he had found in the envelope given to him by his mother. Husain glanced at the hand-writing on the letter and at once recognized it as his late lamented brother’s. With surprise he opened the letter and as he eagerly read it, he could not control himself and burst into a cry of grief. In the letter it was written: “My beloved Husain, when this letter will be read by you, you will be surrounded by sorrows on all sides, with dead bodies of your near and dear ones strewn round you. I will not be there to lay down my life for you, Husain, but I am leaving behind my Qasim to be my deputy on this day. Husain, I beseech you not to reject my offering. In the name of love that you bear for me, I implore you to let Qasim go forth and die in your defense. Dearest brother, in spirit I am with you, watching your heroic sacrifices and sharing your woes and affliction.”
Hasan’s letter brought back to Husain the memories of his dear brother to whom he was devoted and he wept copiously recollecting his love and affection. What unique love Hasan had for him that, though dead, he had left his deputy in Qasim for this day!
With effort Husain controlled himself turned to Qasim saying: “Dear child, your father’s wishes, which I regard as commands for me, leave me no other alternative. March on Qasim, as your father wished you to do. If it is so ordained that I may bear the wound of your martyrdom, I shall bow to the Will of God.”
Qasim bowed reverentially and hurried to his mother Umme Farwa who was sitting dazed with grief on receiving the sad news of Aun and Muhammad’s martyrdom. As Qasim entered her tent, she raised her head and looked at him expectantly. She could see from the look of satisfaction he had on his face that he had received Husain’s permission for which he had been begging so long. An exchange of looks between the mother and son confirmed to Umme Farwa that she was right. Slowly she rose and said to Qasim: “My beloved son, all these years I have been waiting for the day when you would become a bridegroom, and dressed as a groom, come to receive my blessings. It seems that fate has decreed otherwise. Qasim, I have preserved the dress your father wore on the day of his marriage with me. I had hoped that, on your wedding day, I would ask you to wear it. Now that you are going to the land of no return, my wish is that you put on that dress so that my desire to see you dressed as a groom may be fulfilled.” After a pause she continued in a reflective tone: “It is the custom for grooms to apply henna on their hands- Though I have none with me, I know that you will not need it. Your hands will be dyed with your own blood.” With these words she kissed her son’s cheeks and embraced him. It was a long embrace, the embrace of a mother who knew that she was seeing her young darling for the last time in this world. Holding him tightly in her arms she was looking longingly at his face, as if she wanted to let his image sink into her mind’s eye for ever. All partings are sad but where the parting is for ever, and in such circumstances, what words can describe it?
The mother and son tore themselves from each other lest their surging love and attachment might make their parting impossible. Umme Farwa brought out the wedding garments of Hasan for Qasim to wear. Dressed in these clothes Qasim was looking the very image of Hasan. The son, followed by the mother, went over to Zainab’s tent to bid her good-bye. Zainab had not completely recovered from her swoon: In her dazed mind she thought for a moment that Hasan had descended from heaven to defend his brother. It was just a flitting thought which passed away like lightning. She realized that it was Qasim who had come to pay his last respects She looked at him and then at this mother who was following him. She understood with what efforts Umme Farwa was controlling her feelings. Much as her own heart was bursting with grief at this parting with her beloved brother’s son, she knew that it was essential for her to control herself for the sake of Umme Farwa. With one hand on her head and the other on her heart, she came forward to bid adieu to Qasim. With hot tears rolling down her cheeks she kissed Qasim on his forehead saying: “Qasim, my dear child, your aged aunt had hoped that you, my dear ones, would carry my funeral bier. But it is written in Zainab’s fate that she should see the young lives of her dearest ones extinguished before her. It has fallen to my lot to see you all dead before me and to carry your memories for the rest of my dreary, unending days. March on my child with the name of God.”
Qasim came to Husain and reverentially kissed his hands. Seeing Qasim so vividly resembling Hasan, his dear, departed brother, Husain wept bitterly. He kissed Qasim on his cheeks and held the horse for him to mount. Abbas came forward to do this service but Husain would not let him do so. “This is the last occasion for me to give a send-off to my Qasim and let me do this for him.” He turned to Qasim and said: “Qasim, I shall not be long in joining you.”
Reaching the battle arena, Qasim addressed the enemy with an eloquence which reminded many of the sermons of his grandfather Ali. With gaping mouths they were transfixed to the ground at his words of admonition on the betrayal of the Imam. Umar Ibne Saad ordered his men to challenge him to single combat, fearing that this youth’s eloquence might rouse the vestiges of goodness in some of his men. Qasim fought battles with several of them and threw them from their horses as if he were a seasoned warrior and not a youth of 14, with three day’s thirst and hunger. Such was his skill with the sword and horsemanship that Husain, who was watching his nephew’s fight from a hillock near his camp, burst into spontaneous acclamation. Now no warrior from the enemy ranks was coming forward to meet the challenge of this brave son of Hasan. He was now repeatedly challenging the soldiers of Umar ibn Saad to come forward and match their skill and swordsmanship against him in single combat. Umar ibn Saad, seeing that none of his warriors was prepared for this, ordered his soldiers to attack Qasim together. It was now a fight between one and thousands, if such a thing can at all be called a fight. How long could Qasim ward off the attacks of swords, spears, daggers and arrows coming at him from all directions? He was wounded from head to foot. When he saw that he could no longer remain in the saddle, he gave a cry offering his last salutation to his uncle Husain.
Husain, who was watching from a distance the dastardly attack of the multitude of soldiers on his helpless Qasim, heard this cry full of agony and pain. He felt as if he had himself received all the wounds inflicted on Qasim. He unsheathed his sword and, like an enraged lion, he rushed towards the battle-field. With sword in one hand he galloped his horse cutting through the enemy hordes. Such was the fury of his charge that the enemy were reminded of the charges of Ali, his father, in the battle of Siffin, when the dexterous Lion of God had singly scattered the enemy, running through them like a knife through butter, and killing hundreds with the powerful sweeps of his sword, while the remainder of the arrant towards ran helter-skelter to save their contemptible lives. The stampede of Yazid’s soldiers was such that the body of Qasim was trampled under the feet of hundreds of minions who were a disgrace of their calling. When the battlefield was cleared of the cowards and Husain reached the body of Qasim, he found that it was torn to pieces. What feelings this gruesome sight evoked in Husain’s heart can better be imagined than described. Husain stumbled down from his horse and fell to the ground exclaiming: “My God, what have these cowards done to my Qasim?” For some time he wept with such agony that his body convulsed. After a while he took off his robe and started picking up pieces of Qasim’s body. One by one he put them all in his robe and, lifting the bundle, put it on his aged shoulders and mounted the horse. As he did so, he muttered: “My Qasim, your mother had sent you out dressed as a groom. Now you are returning to your mother with your body cut to pieces.” As he was riding back towards his camp, Husain was disconsolately exclaiming: “My God, has there been an instance where an uncle had to carry his own nephew’s body in such a state?”
Excerpt from The Suffering of the Ahl ul Bayt and their Followers (Shia) throughout History by Mateen J. Charbonneau
Tears and Tributes by Zakir
Muslim ibn ‘Aqil had taken two of his sons to Kufah with him. The older son was called
Muhammad and the younger Ibrahim. Both of them were under the age of ten years. When
Muslim ibn ‘Aqil realized how dangerous a threat Ibn Ziyad was, he called for Qadi Shurayh and
handed over his two sons to him. Qadi Shurayh kept the two boys in his house until the
martyrdom of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil.
After the death of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil, Ibn Ziyad issued a warning saying that anyone who was
aware of the whereabouts of the sons of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil and did not inform him would be put 171
to death. On hearing this, Qadi Shurayh went to the sons of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil. He showed them
affection and kindness as he shed tears. The boys asked him, “Why are you weeping?”
Shurayh replied, “Your father has been mercilessly killed.” The children cried in grief, “O father!
O exile!” After Shurayh had consoled them, he informed them of Ibn Ziyad’s threats against
them. Hearing this, the children stopped crying out of terror. Seeing this Shurayh said, “Do not
be frightened. You are the apples of my eye. I will not allow any harm to come to you. I have
arranged for you to be in the care of a trustworthy person who will see to it that you are taken
back to Medina.”
Shurayh called for his son Asad and gave him the following instructions, “News has come to me
that a caravan is preparing to depart for Medina. Take these children and hand them over to the
trustworthy person who will see to it that they reach Medina safely.” Shurayh kissed the two
boys and gave them each 50 dinars. Then he bade them farewell and handed them over to his son
In the darkness of the night, Asad carried the two boys in his arms until he was a few kilometers
outside Kufah in order to meet with the caravan. However, the caravan had set off before they
arrived. The dark shapes of the rear of the caravan were barely visible in the distance. Asad bid
the two orphans of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil farewell and told to run after the caravan until they caught
up with it. Under no circumstances were they to stop before they had reached it.
In the darkness of the night the two orphans started running through the desert towards the
caravan. However, tiredness overcame them and they paused for a while. It was at this moment
that an inhabitant from Kufah happened to be passing. He saw the two boys and recognized them
as being the orphans of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil. He seized them and brought them to Ibn Ziyad.
Ibn Ziyad summoned the jailor and handed the two orphans over to him. The jailor was a person
by the name of Mashkur and he was among the lovers of the Household of the Prophet. When
Mashkur learned of the identity of the two boys, he treated them with great kindness and
affection and brought them food and water. Finally in the middle of the night, Mashkur decided
to free the two boys. He gave them his ring and instructed them to go to Qadisiyyah where they
would find his brother. He told them to give the ring to his brother who would then assist them to
get to Medina. When news of Mashkur’s freeing of the boys was given to Ibn Ziyad, he ordered
him to be given fifty lashes. Mashkur died as the sentence was being carried out.
On the same night Ibrahim and Muhammad, the sons of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil, left Kufah and started
their journey towards Qadisiyyah. They walked all night. However, due to the darkness and the
fact that they did not know the way, they found themselves still on the outskirts of Kufah in the
morning. The frightened boys saw a palm-grove and went to it. There they hid themselves on top
of a date palm.
An Ethiopian maid came to the palm-grove to drink some water from a pond underneath the tree
in which the children were hiding. As she knelt down by the pond, she saw the reflection of the
two children in the water. The maid quickly looked up at the tree and saw the young boys
concealed in it. She treated them with kindness and gentleness and took them to her mistress, 172
who was the wife of Harith ibn ‘Urwah. As soon as this woman saw them, she put her arms
around them and asked them who they were. They replied, “We are from the family of the
Prophet and are the sons of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil.” When she learned of their true identities, she
showed them greater affection and embraced her maid in joy. However, she warned her to not to
inform her husband Harith about the boys because she knew of his evil disposition.
After the boys had eaten and gone to bed, Harith returned home in a state of rage. When Harith’s
wife asked him of the reason for his anger, he replied that that he had been in search of the two
sons of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil who had been freed by Mashkur the jailor. He said that it had been
announced in the palace of Ibn Ziyad that the one who captured the boys would be rewarded
handsomely. However, despite a lengthy search during which his horse had died of exhaustion
and in which he himself had become tired, he had been unable to find them. At this Harith’s wife
said, “May sorrow be your lot! Fear God and the day on which Muhammad the Messenger of
Allah will be your opponent. Do not harm those children.” Harith replied, “Silence! O woman! If
I were to find them, I should be rewarded by vast amounts of gold and silver from Ibn Ziyad. Get
up and prepare my supper.”
After eating his supper Harith went to his bed. Muhammad and Ibrahim were asleep in one of the
rooms. Suddenly Muhammad the elder brother of the two woke up from his sleep. He had had a
dream that had disturbed him. He said to Ibrahim, “Wake up! O brother! I have just had a dream
and I am afraid that that we will soon be killed. I saw the Prophet with Imam Ali, al-Hasan, al-
Husayn and Lady Fatimah sitting in Paradise with our father. The Prophet looked at us and wept.
Then he turned to our father and said, ‘O Muslim! How could you leave your sons among the
enemies?’ At this our father said that they would be united with us tomorrow.” Ibrahim replied, “I
have had the same dream.” The children embraced each other in the darkness of the night,
frightened and not knowing what was to become of them.
Harith was woken from his sleep by the sound of the children’s voices. Holding a candle he came
inside the room and saw the two frightened children sitting in a corner of the room clinging to
each other. He asked, “Who are you?” They answered, “We are your guests, the family of the
Prophet. We are the sons of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil.” Harith shouted angrily, “I have destroyed myself
and my horse in searching for you while you were sitting inside my own house?”
Harith began to slap the children viciously. Then he tied their hands and feet and pushed them
into a corner of the room. Harith’s wife came to him and kissed his hands and feet begging him
to not to harm the children as they were orphans and from the family of the Prophet and their
guests. However, the hard-hearted man was without any compassion and paid no heed to her
pleas. Thus the boys were left in that state until the morning.
In the morning Harith, with his sword in his hand and accompanied by his son and his servant,
took the two sons of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil to the banks of the Euphrates. Harith’s wife was crying
and pleading with him as she followed them. However, whenever she got near to them, Harith
would push her away with his sword. At the Euphrates Harith gave his sword to his servant and
ordered him to behead the two boys. The servant refused to carry out his orders and Harith killed
him. After this Harith handed the sword to his son and told him to behead the two children. At
this his son replied, “I seek refuge with Allah! Never will I commit such a crime and I will not 173
allow you to kill them.” Harith’s wife cried out, “What crime have these children committed?
Take them alive to the governor.” Harith answered, “I have no option but to kill them, I have no
guarantee that members of the Shi’ah will not rescue them from me while I make my way to the
At this Harith took hold of his sword with an intention of killing his own son. His wife screamed
and begged for mercy but to no avail. Harith took his son’s life. Then he turned to the children
who were crying and shaking with fear at what they had witnessed. The children begged for
some time for them to offer their final prayers but Harith did not grant them their wish. Harith
grabbed hold of Muhammad but Ibrahim threw himself on Muhammad in an attempt to save
him. Muhammad did the same in order to save the life of his younger brother. Impatiently Harith
struck his sword at Muhammad beheading him. Ibrahim grabbed the head of his brother in his
lap. As he wept over his brother, Harith struck at Ibrahim neck beheading the orphan.
Harith threw the headless bodies of the orphans of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil in the river and placed their
heads on a stake and set off to the palace of Ibn Ziyad.
The heads of the orphans of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil were brought and placed in front of Ibn Ziyad. The
latter asked, “Whose heads are these?” Harith replied, “These are the heads of your enemies
whom I caught and beheaded in return for the reward that you promised.” Ibn Ziyad asked,
“Which of my enemies?” Harith answered, “The sons of Muslim ibn ‘Aqil.” Ibn Ziyad asked for
the heads to be washed and brought on a tray. Then he gazed at them and said to Harith, “May
sorrow be your reward! What wrong did these children do to you?”
Ibn Ziyad called for his personal jester Muqatil who was a devoted lover of the Holy Family and
to deny the murderer death at the hands of soldiers said, “This accursed man has killed these
children without my permission. Take him to the banks of the Euphrates where he murdered the
children and execute him as you will.” Muqatil grabbed Harith by the shoulders and marched
him through the streets of Kufah bare-footed and bare-headed as he showed the heads of the
orphans to the onlookers shouting, “O people! This is the murderer of the two orphans of Muslim
ibn ‘Aqil.” The people wept at the sight of the orphan’s heads and cursed Harith. As Muqatil
proceeded to the river, the people gathered with him to witness Harith’s execution. When they
arrived at the place where the children were killed, they found the dead bodies of Harith’s son
and his slave and his bruised wife crying over her son. The people were extremely disturbed at
Harith asked Muqatil to release him for the sum of ten thousand dinars.
To this Muqatil replied, “By Allah! If all the wealth of the entire world were yours and you
offered it to me, I would not accept. I desire to attain the Paradise of Allah by executing you.
His head was brought to Ibn Ziyad, it was placed on a lance and children threw stones and
arrows at it and said, “This is the murderer of the progeny of the Prophet”
The Suffering of the Ahl ul Bayt and their Shia throughout History by Mateen J. Charbonneau pages 170-173
The Tragedy of the Two Young Sons of Muslim Ibn Aqil, Nafasul Mahmoom, Shaikh Sadooq has related this in his Amali