As one scholar noted: "When you read Ziyarat Nahiya, you are not just reading history. You are standing on the sand dunes of Karbala, hearing the neighing of the horses and the cry of the thirsty child." May Allah grant us the ability to truly understand the weight of these words and to live by the principles for which Imam Husayn gave his life.
I see your tents, pitched upon the banks of the Euphrates, yet you are denied a single drop of water. I see the women of prophethood, their veils snatched, their children crying out: ‘O thirst! O Uncle Abbas!’ I see Al-Abbas, the moon of the Hashimites, rushing into the water, only to be struck down while his hands were cut, refusing to drink while his brother Husayn remained thirsty. ziyarat nahiya english translation
I see the cradle of Ali al-Asghar (the infant). You, O enemy of Allah, shot an arrow that lodged in the tiny neck of the six-month-old baby. Husayn caught the blood of his son in his cupped hands and threw it towards the sky—and not a single drop fell back to earth, as a sign of divine acceptance. As one scholar noted: "When you read Ziyarat
Until death separates me from the world, my love for you is my shield and my tear is my sword. I see the women of prophethood, their veils
I see Ali al-Akbar, who resembled the Prophet Muhammad, charging into the battlefield. The spears pierced his chest, and he cried, ‘O Father! My grandfather’s greetings to you—he says: Come quickly, for the cup of martyrdom is full.’
I see the head of the grandson of the Prophet, upon a spear, being paraded from alley to alley. I see the women of Karbala, barefoot and chained, entering the courts of Ibn Ziyad and Yazid.