One Woman in Islam

Here's a woman. With her brothers, cousins and nephews slaughtered before her eyes, she was now the one responsible for the wives and children of 72 martyrs. That's seventy two families. All widows, and orphans. One woman.

So-called 'men' have already set fire to their camp, forcing them to wander in the desert running. So-called men chasing little children robbing them. No fathers or big brothers to fight back. Only one woman.
As if that were not enough, she also had to keep an eye on her ailing nephew. The sole male survivor, whom the army has mocked for his sickness and thought it would be a 'waste' to kill him now.

Here's a woman. Forced to see her family's bodies trampled upon by horses crushing their dead chests. Unburied, she was forced to watch her family's bodies all over the desert; as she was forced to go to the city her father once ruled. That same city that her father was also assassinated in. In his prayer.

One woman whom had kept seventy two families intact all across the desert, was lead into the city.
The crowds gathering to watch, you can imagine the kind of noise made by a city's population. Not when this, one, woman is present as it so appears. One woman that somehow kept a whole city silent. Dead silent as she started;

الحمد لله والصلاة على أبي محمد وآله الطيبين الاخيار
اما بعد يا أهل الكوفة، يا أهل الختل والغدر، أتبكون فلا رقأت الدمعة، ولا هدات الرنة، انما مثلكم كمثل التي نقضت غزلها من بعد قوة انكاثاً، تتخذون أيمانكم دخلا بينكم، الا وهل فيكم الا الصلف والنطف، والعجب والكذب والشنف، وملق الاماء، وغمز الأعداء، او كمرعى على دمنة، او كقصة على ملحودة، ألا بئس ما قدمت لكم انفسكم ان سخط الله عليكم، وفي العذاب انتم خالدون

أتبكون وتنتحبون، اي والله فابكوا كثيراً، واضحكوا قليلاً، فلقد ذهبتم بعارها وشنارها، ولن ترحضوها بغسل بعدها ابداً، وأنى ترحضون، قتل سليل خاتم النبوة، ومعدن الرسالة ومدرة حجتكم، ومنار محجتكم، وملاذ خيرتكم، ومفزع نازلتكم. وسيد شباب أهل الجنة الا ساء ما تزرون.

فتعساً ونكساً وبعداً لكم وسحقاً، فلقد خاب السعي، وتبت الايدي، وخسرت الصفقة، وبؤتم بغضب من الله ورسوله، وضربت عليكم الذلة والمسكنة

ويلكم يا أهل الكوفة، أتدرون أي كبد لرسول الله فريتم؟

وأي كريمة له أبرزتم؟

وأي دم له سفكتم؟

وأي حرمة له انتهكتم؟

لقد جئتم شيئاً اداً، تكاد السماوات يتفطرن منه، وتنشق الأرض، وتخر الجبال هدّاً!

ولقد أتيتم بها خرقاء، شوهاء كطلاع الأرض، وملء السماء، افعجبتم ان مطرت السماء دماً، ولعذاب الآخرة اخزى وهم لا ينصرون، فلا يستخفنكم المهل، فانه لا يحفزه البدار، ولا يخاف فوت الثار، وان ربكم لبالمرصاد

Her ailing nephew, heartbroken, asked her to stop.
Leading her into one of the palaces, she maintained her cover. She now saw the head of her brother, in the hands of the so-called Ubaydala Ibn Ziyad. As he was fiddling with the head, in front of the orphans and women, he took notice of one particular woman. Covered yet maintaining presence, silent, as I would imagine in sorrow for her brother and the memory of her family scattered all over the desert. Turning to his side, he asked, 'Who is that woman?'

Zainab, he was told, Zainab the daughter of non other than Ali. Taken aback, he proceeded;

Ubaydala:
الحمد لله الذي فضحكم وأكذب احدوثتكم

Zainab:
انما يفتضح الفاجر ويكذب الفاسق، هو غيرنا

Ubaydala, mocking:
كيف رأيت صنع الله بأخيك وأهل بيتك؟

Zainab:
ما رأيت الا خيراً، هؤلاء قوم كتب الله عليهم القتل فبرزوا الى مضاجعهم, وسيجمع الله بينك وبينهم، فتحاج وتخاصم فانظر لمن الفلج يومئذ ثكلتك امك يا بن مرجانة

Reminded by his mother, a woman of vice, Ubaydala was humilated in front of his men. And no family to defend her, he as if has thought that the 'manly' thing to do now was to proceed in hitting Zainab. Only the man to his side, Amru Ibn Hurayth had stopped him. I can only imagine it was from the fear of her now dead family; but the memory of their heroism, which to THIS day stands, has probably filled Amru's heart with fear although physically absent.

Here's a woman. That had just made a leader speechless in front of his men. In his palace. What else could he do but send her all the way to Syria. To meet his commander, the so-called Prince.

Only it was not any different in Damascus. Zainab Bnt Ali was also covered and sorrounded by the woman she was taking responsibility of. Yazid, the so-called prince, had also asked 'who is that woman?'. He said;

لعبت هاشم بالملك فلا خبر جاء فلا وحي نزل

Zainab, from her cover, started;

الحمدلله رب العالمين وصلى الله على رسوله واله أجمعين
صدق الله سبحانه حيث يقول

ثُمَّ كَانَ عَاقِبَةَ الَّذِينَ أَسَاؤُوا السُّوأَى أَن كَذَّبُوا بِآيَاتِ اللَّهِ وَكَانُوا بِهَا يَسْتَهْزِؤُون

اظننت يا يزيد حيث اخذت علينا اقطار الأرض وآفاق السماء فاصبحنا نساق كما تساق الأسراء، ان بنا هواناً على الله وبك عليه كرامة، أمن العدل يابن الطلقاء تخديرك حرائرك وامائك وسوقك بنات رسول الله سبايا قد هتكت ستورهن وابديت وجوههن تحدو بهن الاعداء من بلد إلى بلد، ولئن جرّت علي الدواهي مخاطبتك اني لاستصغر قدرك واستعظم تقريعك واستكثر توبيخك لكن العيون عبرى والصدور حرّى الا فالعجب كل العجب لقتل حزب الله النجباء بحزب الشيطان الطلقاء ، وإلى الله المشتكى وعليه المعول في الشدة والرخاء فكد كيدك واسع سعيك وناصب جهدك فو الله لا تمحو ذكرنا ولا تميت وحينا ولا تدرك امدنا ، وهل رأيك الاقتد وايامك الاعدد وجمعك الابدد ، يوم ينادي المنادي الا لعنة الله على الظالمين فالحمد لله الذي ختم لأولنا بالسعادة والمغفرة ولأخرنا بالشهادة والرحمة انه رحيم ودود حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل نعم المولى ونعم النصير

And some people thought that women in Islam were objectified? And some other group of people thought that women had no 'rights', or unfit? I ask: WHAT WOMEN DID YOU HAVE IN MIND?

If it were not for that woman as an example, who happens to be the grand-daughter of the prophet Mohammed PBUH (would you just look at those speeches?); if it were not for women like her, I wonder what other nonesense ضعفاء النفوس would have came up with and said about women in Islam.

That's one woman in Islam I know.

Who is it again that you were idolizing nowadays? Oprah, was it?

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