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Some Famous Sayings About Imam Hussain (A.S.)

Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens had said the following about Imam Hussain (AS):

"If Hussain fought to quench his worldly desires, then I do not understand why his sisters, wives and children accompanied him. It stands to reason therefore that he sacrificed purely for Islam."

Thomas Carlyle
Thomas Carlyle has relayed this about the Tragedy of Karbala:

"The best lesson which we get from the tragedy of Karbala is that Hussain and his companions were the rigid believers of God. They illustrated that numerical superiority does not count when it comes to truth and falsehood.The victory of Hussain despite his minority marvels me!"

Dr. K. Sheldrake
The famous, Dr. K. Sheldrake on Imam Hussain (AS) said this:

"Hussain marched with his little company not to glory, not to power or wealth, but to a supreme sacrifice and every member of that gallant band, male and female, knew that the foes were implacable, were not only ready
to fight but to kill. Denied even water for the children, they remained parched under a burning sun, amid scorching sands yet no one faltered for a moment and bravely faced the greatest odds without flinching."

Brown
Brown in his `A Literary History of Persia' writes:

As a reminder, the blood-stained field of Karbala' where the grandson of the Apostle of God fell at length, tortured by thirst and surrounded by the bodies of his murdered kinsmen, has been at any time since then sufficient to evoke, even in the most lukewarm and heedless, the deepest emotion, the most frantic grief and the exaltation of spirit before which pain, danger, and death shrink to unconsidered trifles. Yearly, on the tenth day of Muharram, the tragedy is rehearsed in Persia, in India, in Turkey, in Egypt, wherever a Shiite community or colony exists; ... As I write it all comes back; the wailing chant, the sobbing multitudes, the white raiment red with blood from self-inflicted wounds, the intoxication of grief and sympathy.

al-Fakhri
World famous Arab historian al-Fakhri has said this about Imam Hussain's sacrifice:

"This is a catastrophe whereof I care not to speak at length, deeming it alike too grievous and too horrible. For verily, it was a catastrophe than that which naught more shameful has happened in Islam...There happened therein such a foul slaughter as to cause man's flesh to creep with horror. And again I have dispersed with my long description because of
it's notoriety, for it is the most lamented of catastrophes."

Sir Muhammad Iqbal says:
Imam Husayn uprooted despotism forever till the Day of Resurrection. He watered the dry garden of freedom with the surging wave of his blood, and indeed he awakened the sleeping Muslim nation. If Imam Husayn had aimed at acquiring a worldly empire, he would not have traveled the way he did (from Medina to Karbala). Husayn weltered in blood and dust for the sake of truth. Verily he, therefore, became the bed-rock (foundation) of the Muslim creed; la ilaha illa Allah (There is no god but Allah).

Ronay wala hoon Shaheed-e-Kerbala key gham men main,
Kya durey maqsad na dengey Saqiye Kausar mujhey

I am one who weeps at the plight of the Martyr of Kerbala
Won't the reward be given to me by the Keeper of Kauser Allama Iqbal in his Baqiyat (in Urdu)

KHWAJA MOINUDDIN CHISTI (RA)says:

He gave his head, but did not put his hand into the hands of Yazid. Verily, Husayn is the foundation of la ilaha illa Allah. Husayn is lord and the lord of lords. Husayn himself is Islam and the shield of Islam. Though he gave his head (for Islam) but never pledged Yazid. Truly Husayn is the founder of "There is no Deity except Allah."

Shah ast Hussain, Badshah ast Hussain,
Deen ast Hussain, Deen e Panah ast Hussain,
Sar dad, na dad dast, dar dast-e-yazeed,
Haqaa key binaey La ila ast Hussain

It's Hussain the Prince, it's Hussain the king,
He is Faith, and Faith's Defender most daring,
He preferred death to Yazid's allegiance,
With his blood, Islam has verily been living.

Imam Hussain

- Mr. H Wells.

Pitched upon the scorching desert,

The tent of Hussain lay,

Encompassed round with Satan’s hounds

Upon that black sad day.

They numbered less that eighty strong,

Women and children too,

While Yazid’s thousands stood around,

Awaiting the Fiend’s lure.

Driven away from the cooling steam

His children wailing for water,

Awaiting with patience extremely sublime

Like sheep for the butchers slaughter.

Oh! How valiantly fought that pitiful few,

Against Yazid’s wild murderers,

Fought with a courage unequalled in time,

Fought with fierceness that was surely Divine.

The earth quaked and trembled as noon drew near,

But still the survivors knew no fear,

But fever grew that pitiful band,

For Islam, God & Hussain they stand.

At last, all were dead, the Devil had won,

Blood-red sank down the merciless sun,

Trampled and torn lay the gallant Hussain,

For Islam, and God, the Faithful were slain.

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WHAT HUSAIN TAUGHT

Dr. Rabindra Nath Tagore

The world of things in which we live misses its equilibrium when its communication with the world of love is lost. Then we have to pay with our soul for objects which are immensely cheap. And this can only happen when the prison walls of things threaten us with being final in themselves. Then it gives rise to terrible fights, jealousies and coercions, to a scramble for space and opportunities, for these are limited. We become painfully aware of the evil of this and try all measures of adjustment within the narrow bonds of a mutilated truth. This leads to failure.

Only he helps us who proves by his life that we have a soul whose dwelling in the kingdom of love, and things lose the tyranny of fictitious price when we come to our spiritual freedom.

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MARSIA - FAIZ AHMED FAIZ

Raat aaee hai Shabbir pey yalgaar-e-bala hai

Sathi na koi Yar na gamkhawr raha hai

Monis hai to Ek dard kee Gangore Ghata hai

Musfaq hai to Ek Dil key Dharakney kee sada hai

Tanhai kee, gurbat kee, pareshani kee shab hai

Yeh Khana-e-Shabbir kee Wirani kee shab hai

Night has set in, manifold miseries have Shabbir chained,

No friend, no companion and no well-wisher has remained,

The dark clouds of pain and suffering, are but his soother,

And the throb of his wounded heart, is the only comforter,

It’s the night of a lonely being, stranger, stranded and molested,

It’s the night of Shabbir’s house, which is desolate and devastated.

Dushman kee sipah khawab mein madhosh pari thee

Pal bhar ko kisi kee na idhar Ankh lagi thee

Har ek ghari Aaj qiyamat kee ghari thee

Yeh Raat bhot Aal-e-Mohammad pey karhi thee

Reh reh key bukaa Ahl-e-Haram kartey they Aisay

Tham tham key Diya Aakri shab jalta hai jaisay

Fast Asleep, the enemy soldiers were senselessly lying,

But this side, non could even wink in a situation trying,

This day, each and every moment was mortifying,

To the progeny of the Holy Prophet, this night was most terrifying,

The house-folks bewailed so, at times but helplessly,

As if the snuffed-out candle, flickers at the night-end slowly.

Ek ghoshay mein Un Sokhta Samanoan key Salaar,

Un Khak basar, Khaknuma Weeranaoun key Sardaar,

Tasna lab-o-Darmanada- o-Majboor- o-Dil-Figaar,

Is shaan sey bhaithay they Shah-e-Lashkar- e-Ahraar,

Masnad thi, na khilaat thi, na khuddam kharaey they,,

Haa tan pey jidhar dekhyee, So Zakham Sajay they

In a nook there was, the Commander of the deprived creatures,

The Chief of those uprooted and molested creatures,

Broken-hearted, exhausted, helpless and thirsty,

The Leader was sitting but with great dignity,

Neither was royal cushion, nor robe, nor were the attendants standing,

Multiple wounds were on his body, blood from each was oozing.

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It is Hussein’s sacrifice that has kept Islam alive or else in this world there would be no one left to take Islam’s name. – Swami Shankaracharya.

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Though Imam Hussein gave his life almost 1300 years ago, but his indestructible soul rules the hearts of people today. – Dr. Radha Krishnan, Former President of India .

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Vale of Sorrow

T.D. Chattani

Through the Vale of Sorrow does history trace

Two matchless martyrs our Prophet’s pets

Who left their hearths with Islamic grace

In hunger and thirst their duty to face.

Severed from home, exhausted on the field

Opposed by enemies who had Satan’s shield

They gave their lives that others be freed

From falsehood, tyranny & a kafir’s creed.

Most precious blood flowed from their veins

Battlefield of Karbala has still those stains

From our hearts should rush rivers of blood

Renewing our faith with this vital flood.

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The Night of Martyrdom

Mrs. Sarojini Naido. (M.R.)

(Indian Freedom Fighter)

(The Nightingale of India)

Black robed, bare-footed, with dim eyes that rain

Wild tears in memory of thy woeful plight.

And hands that in blind, rhythmic anguish smite

Their blood-stained bosoms, to a sad refrain

From the old haunting Legend of thy pain,

Thy votaries mourn thee thro’ the tragic night

With mystic dirge and melancholy rite

Crying to thee Husain! Ya Husain!

Why do thy myriad lovers so lament?

Sweet saint, is not thy matchless martyrhood

The living banner and brave covenant

Of the high creed thy Prophet did proclaim

Bequeathing for the world’s beatitude

Th’ enduring loveliness of Allah’s name!

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Shah ast Hussain, Badshah ast Hussain

Deen ast Hussain, Deen Panaah ast Hussain

Sardad na-dad, dar-dast-e-Yazid

Haqqa ke benah La ilah ast Hussain

“Husain is king and king of kings,

Religion and religion’s shield;

He gave his head, but not his hand

In homage to the harsh Yazid:

In truth, he is saviour of the Muslim creed.”

(Sufi Saint Khwaja Muinuddin Chishti, Ajmer)

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Hence vain deluding joys!

The brood of folly without father bred

The little you bested,

Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!

(Milton)

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Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop:

While it laughs it dies;

But sorrow is strong and abiding,

Let sorrowful love wake in thy eyes.

Sir Rabindranath Tagore

Nobel Laureate

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MARSIA - FAIZ AHMED FAIZ

Vale of Sorrow

The Night of Martyrdom

Sir Rabindranath Tagore

Nobel Laureate

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