Sorrow and Grief..Soon he embarks on his path to glory..on his road to destiny…
What a glorious man, who knew about his fate, and about his destiny and still welcomed it with a smile…
There he Stood, on the plains of Kerbala, at the river of Euphrates. All alone shouting – Is there a a helper? Is there a friend? Sons and brothers lying, without heads..
What pain he must have endured..What sorrow in his heart, what grief.
Husssain, king of kings. Master of the youth of Jannah..
Soon…Bahlool AbuTurab