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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=546211" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Banu’s son has had no water for days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Banu’s son has had no water for days <br>His pulse is weak and his mother prays <br>No hope in sight of getting water or milk <br>Helpless, she lingers by his cradle in a daze </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Pray tell me, what shall I do now Ya Husain? <br>The baby’s eyes now roll back in pain” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh Ya Ali, Ya Ali where can I go? <br>I cannot watch my baby suffer so <br>How do I find a way to make him live? <br>Ya Ali he needs water, which I cannot give” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Last night I saw him open his eyes <br>But today he lays still, doesn’t move, doesn’t cry” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then everyone said, “Lets call the Imam <br>For God’s sake somebody, go get the Imam <br>The baby is dying, go tell the Imam <br>His face is blue, his body calm” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Taking Akber’s body to lay it to rest <br>The Imam’s on his way, with grief beset “ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Face stained with the blood of His eighteen year old <br>The Imam entered, his head bowed <br>And everyone led Him to the baby’s crib <br>And showed Him the baby’s still fingers and toes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“He barely breathes Oh Noble Prince” they cried <br>“Its seems as though he has already died” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the head of the crib, the Prince knelt down <br>In the baby’s ear He whispered, head bowed <br>Hearing the Prince’s voice, the baby smiled <br>Toward Husain he extended his arms and glowed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“It is indeed a miracle” Sakina cried <br>“Oh mother, my brother has opened his eyes”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The baby in His arms, the Prince left the camp <br>And death followed, eyeing them askance <br>To shelter her baby from the midday sun <br>The mother draped a sheet over the Imam’s arms </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Holding Asgher close, Husain walked, head bowed <br>In the arms of the heavens, a snow white cloud </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As He neared the lowly enemy, Husain stood silent in pause <br>Couldn’t ask for water, couldn’t utter the words <br>With embarrassment He paled, He bowed His head <br>He uncovered the baby, to the army He showed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Head bowed, he said, “I’ve brought my son to you <br>Seeking water Asgher now has come to you” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then He kissed the baby’s parched lips and mouth <br>And whispered “My son I’ve said what I could <br>There are no words to describe your pain my son <br>So maybe you can show them your dry, parched tongue” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In response the baby licked his lips parched and dry <br>And Husain shuddered and looked up to the skies</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And as Husain looked to the heavens so <br>The cursed Hurmula strung an arrow in his bow <br>And aimed the arrow at Asgher’s throat <br>Pulling taut the bow, let the arrow go </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the tiny neck the arrow gashed <br>Asgher lurched and clung to his dad</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A six month old baby and an arrow’s force <br>Blood poured from the tiny, thirsty throat <br>Once more he lurched and then went still <br>His cap fell to the ground and he breathed his last</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tiny fists curled over his chest, body numb <br>A minute ago he was sucking his thumbs </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the desolate Father, watched His son <br>Saw the devastation the arrow had done <br>And watched the baby in the throes of death <br>The tiny hands groping at the injured neck </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lifeless eyes rolling back in the head <br>Blood gushing forth from the battered neck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gently pulling out the arrow from the baby’s neck <br>Husain lifted His son toward the heaven and said <br>“My God please accept my last sacrifice <br>For your cause, in your path, my son is now dead” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Little in age but magnanimous in deeds <br>Thus are the children of Allah’s creed”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mir+Babar+Ali+Anees">Mir Babar Ali Anees</a><div class=q>
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His pulse is weak and his mother prays 
No hope in sight of getting water or milk 
Helpless, she lingers by his cradle in a daze 

“Pray tell me, what shall I do now Ya Husain? 
The baby’s eyes now roll ..."></div>
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