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The Imam’s Fatal Hours
At about sunset on the eve of Ramadhan 20, year 40 A.H. Ume Kulthoum the Imam’s daughter brought him his breakfast meal that consisted of two loaves of bread and a bowl of yoghurt, in addition to some salt. When the Imam finished his prayer, he sat down to eat. But when he saw the food, he shook his head and wept saying “I don’t think that a daughter has ever hurt her father as you hurt me now”. Confused, Ume Kulthoum asked her father; “But what did I do?” “How could you offer me two kinds of food in one meal? Do you want to elongate the time I stand before Allah on the day of judgement. My brother and cousin, Muhammad, the Messenger of Allah has never eaten two kinds of food in all his life. O my daughter, all those who eat delicious food or dress fine clothes will stand for a longer time before Allah, the most exalted, at the day of judgement. I swear by Allah that I will not eat anything before you remove one of the two”.
After she obliged, he ate one loaf only with some salt. He then thanked God, and went back to praying. He prayed many prostration’s and recited many invocations. And he used to look every now and then towards the sky, looking quite worried and restless. Then he went on to recite the, “Yassin” Surah.
When he finished it, he fell asleep for a while only to wake up in a state of shock. He stood up and said, “May Allah bless our meeting with Him” and repeated many times the invocations of “There is no strength or ability except in Allah the Most High, the Supreme”.
The Crime and the Winning of Martyrdom:
At dawn, when it was time to call for the morning prayer, he performed ablution and went down to the yard. The geese that were kept there began to scream for the first time since they were given as a present to Imam Hussein. Noticing this, the Imam said, “These screams will be followed by cries”. Yet once again when he reached the door he could not open it, and it caught his gown, but he pulled it out and said, “O God bless my death. O God bless this opportunity of meeting you”.
The Imam then walked to the mosque, whose lights were out. There were three other men inside: The damned Ibn Muljim who killed the Imam, Shabib bin Buhairah and Wazdan bin Mujalik.
The Imam called for the prayer, and went down, reciting invocations and praising God. He then went to his niche and began to pray. Ibn Muljim knew that this was his chance. He stood behind the Imam and waited until the Imam prostrated and raised his head and hit him hard on it. The Imam fell on his face. Yet he did not moan; instead he said; “In the name of Allah, and on the religion of His Messenger”. Then he shouted at the murderer saying: “Ibn Muljim killed me, the son of the Jewish women killed me. I have won by the Lord of Kaa’ba. I have won by the Lord of Kaa’ba”.
People started to gather around the Imam who kept on trying to press on the wound and covering it with sand. Then he recited the following verse: “From the earth We have created you, and to the earth We shall restore you; and from it We will bring back (to life)” (Taha:55).
Merciful even on His Assassin:
By the time some of the Imam’s followers arrested Ibn Muljim and brought him to the Amir. Al-Hassan (A.S.) addressed his father saying; “We have brought in your enemy and the enemy of Allah”. The Commander of the Faithful opened his eyes and saw Ibn Muljim whose hands were tied and whose sword was lying over his neck, and said in a faint but merciful voice: “You have committed a grave wrong. Have I not been a good Imam, to deserve such a penalty”.
Then he addressed his son Al-Hassan; “Have mercy on your prisoner, my son, and treat him with pity and sympathy, Can’t you see that he is trembling with fear and panic”. In response Al-Hassan said, “This damned murderer has killed you and you want us to have mercy on him?” “Yes” said Imam Ali “We are the members of a house of whom any wrong committed against them, will only make them more generous, tolerant and forgiving. Mercy and kindness are our traits and not his. I want you to feed him from your food and give him a drink from your water. Don’t tie his hands or his feet. And if I die then execute a just judgement by killing him with one blow only. And don’t mutilate his body for I heard your grandfather say; “Don’t mutilate even with the body of a rabid dog”. And if I live, then I would know what to do with him, and I am rather entitled to pardon him”.