There was king named, Yazid. He wanted to own the monopoly in the public, for he might be praised instead of Allah. The preachings by Imam Hussein had moved a large proportion of the mob. Yazid wanted to be worshipped as the Lord. The evil thoughts were unveiled to Imam Hussein. Imam Hussein was against his thoughts. Yazid tried his best to pursue Imam Hussein. One of his evil plots involved a letter to Imam Hussein. The letter said that Yazid wanted to adopt the teachings of Islam, thus wanted to submit his respects to Imam Hussein. But, He was aware about his tricks. In response, he left from Medina to Mecca. The month of Zil-Hajj highlighted the calendar. He thought of performing Haja, with his family and friends. On the ninth of Zil-Hajj (just a day before the day of Holy pilgrimage), He got the news that Yazid and his army was proceeding from Kufa to Mecca. He prayed to Allah, and asked for the Divine forgiveness for that was going to be his last journey. He performed a mental Sajdah and left. So, the entire tiny group of women, men and children left for Kufa, as they suspected a grand massacre in Mecca, if they didn’t leave the place. Yazid was determined to kill them. Then, Imam Hussein met one of the ministers of Yazid, who had come to invite the entire family for the grand celebration. He accepted the invitation, as was unaware about the vicious plans of Yazid. They left for Karbala. The caravan comprised women with little infants and babies, seventy-two men, camels and horses. As the gentle caravan was passing by, they halted in a village which was devoid of water, and food. They shared their reserve food and water with the villagers, and rested that night. Next morning, they resumed the journey for receiving water from Euphrates river. As the horse of Imam Hussein reached the border of Karbala, it stopped abruptly. He realized that that was the land of their sacrifice. They installed their tents, and the women went within. By the time, the men of the family could reach the borders, Yazid blocked the banks of the river, and provoked them to fight with them. Imam Hussein tried to negotiate but in vain. He even enquired with his family and friends. They hailed unanimously, for continued negotiation. The commander in chief of the little army, Abbas Alamdaar (Abbas Ibn Ali, son of Maula Hazarath Ali and his second wife; though he was the half brother of Imam Hussein, but the words of Maula Ali made them live like true brothers, and even more than that) rose and appeared with his horse. He provoked the soldiers to fight with him. His sturdy physique made the army tremble in fear. He reached the banks, and thanked Allah for a successful attempt. He asked his horse to take few sips of water. But, the loyal royal horse didn’t taste even a droplet, for it was aware of the sufferings of his master, and his kins. Abbas Alamdaar filled the water sack with water and began riding back to the camp. He fought hard in the way, but lost his right arm. He continued riding, and after few yards, he lost his other limb. He held the water sack with the clenched teeth. The horse continued running steadily. As he reached at the borders of the camp, one of the enemies lashed the sword at his neck, and the head flung in the air and fell on the sands. The blood spouted out, and the water was taken up by the sand. The refugees of the camp, his wife, children and the rest saw the grand slaughter, and grief spread in the camp like a wild fire. But, their faith was not dwindled at any the time. As the sun hid behind the horizon, the war was ceased, and the enemies waited for the next victorious day.
