<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;DkcCRHczfCp7ImA9WxJaFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368342647234634535</id><updated>2009-08-06T14:27:45.984-07:00</updated><title>Tribute to the Great Martyrs</title><subtitle type='html'>A small tribute to the greatest of the martyrs.
"From Hussain I learned to be oppressed yet victorious"(Gandhi).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karbalahistory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368342647234634535/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karbalahistory.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>cyberblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12552980047857555501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAGSHk4eip7ImA9WxJbGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368342647234634535.post-7078034123345818169</id><published>2008-10-06T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:02:09.732-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-30T14:02:09.732-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marsiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martyrdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anees'/><title>Mir Anis Poems ( Translated in english)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Elegies from Mir Anis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the translated poems of the urdu poet Mir Anis, the famous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marsiya-nigaar &lt;/span&gt;(the style of urdu poetry dedicated to martyrs of Karbala).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;------------Arrival of Hussain in kerbala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Like the full moon come to earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Husain advanced towards his steed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ali’s angelic breed around him like a cluster of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tresses streaming in the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hand in hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Heads held high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The gallant lads walked in majesty and pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Suddenly the desert became dark as the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Battle drums boomed across the sands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The earth shook  under the horses hooves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The enemy had reached the river’s edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Each one like a dreadful orge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Said abbas to his men, “go ask them what they want”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tell them : “Take care, remember, the daughters of the prophet rest inside these tents.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;They answered : “We ‘ve come to block your access to the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;To night General shimr shall cross the marsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;At this Abbas roared, the lion in the vale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Raised his eyebrows, looked at the hilt of his sword---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;No less in might than Ali’s scimitar---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And charged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;As a tiger springing from his lair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;-------Hussain’s farewell to his daughter Sakina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;This world is a play of shadow and light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Of joys and greif,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Of sunrise and dusk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The end of every beginning never is the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Little lass, once you laid your head in my lap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Now don’t be stubborn, don’t you sleep on the dust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;My elfin child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------Hussain rides his brave steed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;He bent his forelegs and knelt down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;To let his hallowed master mount,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Who sat erect in his saddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Like a jewel set in a glowing crown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;From east to west rose the cry, Hail, Hail, Hail !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The shouts of hosanna echoed thro’ hill and dale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The horse turned into flash of lightning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Lady Moon opened her parasol of rays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The dawn wind came running with the scent of paradise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Flowers of the desert sprinkled their pollen-gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hussain, the Imam, is the son of the Imam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;His shield and sword carry salvation’s grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The worlds shall perish if he is enraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------Abbas’s charger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Famished and thirsty for two nights and days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The dumb creature looked the twinkling river and neighed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;His muscles quivered and twitched as Abbas stroked his proud and fiery mane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;But the sound of rippling water made him restive again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And he turned his head and looked at his rider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-------------The morning of the martyrdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Lord of faith had prayed all night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;At daybreak he said to Akbar, his son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;“The morning of murder is come, arise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Call out for prayer, the night is done.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The lord’s beloved then called the faithful to prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And the people recalled the prophets own voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;In the forest of terror the trees in ecstacy swayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;As the nightingale of truth sang out in the glade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368342647234634535-7078034123345818169?l=karbalahistory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karbalahistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7078034123345818169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368342647234634535&amp;postID=7078034123345818169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368342647234634535/posts/default/7078034123345818169?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368342647234634535/posts/default/7078034123345818169?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karbalahistory.blogspot.com/2008/10/mir-anis-poems-translated-in-english.html' title='Mir Anis Poems ( Translated in english)'/><author><name>cyberblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12552980047857555501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13102476324539912402'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIDSXs_fip7ImA9WxJbGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368342647234634535.post-2339355491002485745</id><published>2008-10-06T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:59:38.546-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-30T13:59:38.546-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imam Hussain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martyrdom'/><title>Sarojini Naidu's Poem on Karbala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a poem by MIss Sarojini Naidu on the subject of karbala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Night of the martyrdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black-robed bare-footed, with dim eyes that rain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wild tears in memory of thy woeful plight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And hands that in blind, rhythmic anguish smite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their blood-stained bosoms, to sad refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the old haunting legion of thy pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thy votaries mourn thee through the tragic night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with mystic dirge and melancholy rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;crying to thee Husain ! Ya Husain !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do thy myriad lovers so lament ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet saint is not thy matchless martyrhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The living banner and brave covenant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of the high creed thy prophet did proclaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bequeathing for the world's beatitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thy enduring loveliness of Allah's Name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Mrs. Sarojini Naidu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368342647234634535-2339355491002485745?l=karbalahistory.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karbalahistory.blogspot.com/feeds/2339355491002485745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=368342647234634535&amp;postID=2339355491002485745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368342647234634535/posts/default/2339355491002485745?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368342647234634535/posts/default/2339355491002485745?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karbalahistory.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarojini-naidus-poem-on-karbala.html' title='Sarojini Naidu&apos;s Poem on Karbala'/><author><name>cyberblogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12552980047857555501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13102476324539912402'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIEQno9eCp7ImA9WxJbGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368342647234634535.post-66188342345524404</id><published>2008-10-06T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:58:23.460-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-30T13:58:23.460-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imam Hussain'/><title>What is Karbala---a brief summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The event of Karbala is such that it demands the attention of the philosopher, the physician, and the historian alike. In Islam, there is no event greater in religious and social significance than this. The learned know that it is closely related to social, religious, and political thought alike. All individuals whatever there station in life, are concerned with this in their affairs of everyday life. Being a man and not have the qualities of man, does not entitle one to be called a man. God has granted two lives to the human being, one the apparent which consists of the body, and the other hidden in which the organs of morality play a part. The organs of morality themselves are of two kinds, one true, and the other false. The true are those without which man would be like an animal, while the false ones are not so effective because they degenerate the man. The study of the event of Karbala shows that it was morally a great lesson. The true morals are tolerance, kindness, forgiveness, love, generosity, faithfulness, and eschewing in justice. The false ones are miserliness, cruelty, injustice, greed, anger, malice, etc. the event of Karbala is such that by the study of it men can become models of virtue, if the virtues of sacrifice, kindness and generosity of Hussain(a.s) were of the highest order, the baseness, brutality and cruelty displayed by the enemy were the other extreme. Hussain(a.s) in his kindness and greatness of heart gives water to Hur and his men and beasts  who were sent to capture him, but the men of Yazeed on the banks of Euphrates refuse even a drop of water to Hussain(a.s); instead they send forth an arrow that kills the six-month old son of Hussain(a.s.) Thousands of little instances can be cited to show the true morals of Hussain(a.s) and his men, and the false ones of the enemy. Domestic economy and relations are as important in the life of man in the battlefield as in the peace of the house, and the state. A critical study of the event of Karbala is a living commentary on this section of human life. It abundantly gives lessons for the relations between husbands and wives, masters and slaves, friends and foes, etc. The events of Karbala have thrown a flood of light on political questions as well. Today diplomacy, and expediency, are the basis of international relations. Hussain(a.s) could have also employed these to save his life, but he was above all this in his purity and honesty of purpose. For the sake of worldly power he did not make use of a false action. His acceptance of Yazeed?s caliphate would have made the world think that Hussain(a.s) the grandson of the prophet(pbuh) allowed and accepted the false instead of the truth; but Hussain(a.s) was for right and truth, and he sacrificed all for it. The battle of Karbala was not an ordinary battle, that is, for material possessions, but it was a battle for the upholding of Truth against falsehood. It was a fight between light and darkness, in which the ultimate and the everlasting success was that of truth and light. Today Islam owes its position to this battle that ended hypocrisy, and dispelled darkness from it forever. Hussain(a.s) the beloved son of Alia.s, and the grandson of the prophet(pbuh) was the cause, the means, as well as the end which, in one, brought about the everlasting triumph of Islam. 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