Syeda
Ruqaiya (also known as Sakina or Sukena) was born on the 20th of the Islamic
month of Rajab and was the youngest daughter of
Imam Hussain, the grandson of the Prophet Muhammad. Sakina’s mother was called
Umm-e-Rubab. Her name, Sakina or Sukena, means “calmness” or “ tranquillity”.
Sakina was the
beloved daughter of Hussain and used to sleep on his chest every night. She was
a lively child, full of love and happiness. Her upbringing at the hands of
Hussain made her different from other children of her age in many ways. From an
early age she enjoyed reading the Holy Koran and learning about religion.
Hussain
was often heard saying, a house without Sakina would not be worth living in.
She always had a sweet and cheerful smile and a very friendly nature. Everyone
loved Sakina and other children sought her company. She was very generous and
always shared whatever she had with others.
Like
any other four year old when Sakina went to bed at night she wanted to spend
some time with her father. Hussain would tell her stories of the prophets and
of the battles fought by her grandfather, Imam Ali. She would rest her head on
her father’s chest and Hussain would not move from her until she fell asleep.
Journey to Karbala
There
was a special bond between Sakina and her paternal uncle, Abbas. He loved her
more than he did his own children. If Sakina asked for something, Abbas would
not rest until he fulfilled her request. There was nothing that Abbas would not
do to make Sakina happy. During the journey in which Hussain travelled from
Medina to Makah and then Makah to Karbala with his family and friends to avoid
attacks by the Umayyad Caliph Yazid’s army in 630 AD, Abbas was often seen riding up to the mahmel (a special
saddle made for women) in which Sakina sat to make sure that she had everything
she wanted. Sakina loved her uncle just as much. While in Medina she would,
several times a day, visit the house in which Abbas lived with his family and
his mother, Umm al-Banin (second wife of Imam Ali).
When from the 2nd of Muharram
the armies of Yazid (Yazid was the son of Umayyad ruler Muawiyah) began to
gather at Karbala, Hussain said to his sister Syeda Zainab, The time has
come for you to get Sakina used to going to sleep without me being there.
Sakina would follow her father at night and Hussain had to gently take her back
to her aunt Zainab or mother Rubab.
At Karbala, Yazid’s troops
barred Hussain and his caravan from accessing the river Euphrates and from the
7th of Muharram water became scarce. Sakina shared whatever little water she
had with other children. When soon there was no water at all, the thirsty
children would look at Sakina with their eyes full of hope, and because she
could not help them she would have tears in her eyes. Sakina’s lips were
parched with thirst.
Thirsty children
Several times Abbas asked
Hussain for permission to go and fight the armies of Yazid. Each time Hussain
would reply, Abbas, you are the chief of my army; you are my standard-bearer.
Abbas could not argue with Hussain.
On the 10th of
Muharram (Ashura) Sakina came out holding a dried up water-bag. The little
princess was leading a group of over 40 children, each with a dry water-bag.
The children were shouting as if in chorus;
Thirst, consuming thirst, is
killing us.
She walked up to Abbas and told
Abbas that the children had all come to her asking for water. He could see that
thirst, aggravated by the scorching heat of the desert, was squeezing their
young lives out of them. Abbas went to Hussain again and requested his
permission to go and get water for Sakina and the other children. He said he
did not intend to attack the enemy troops but only wanted to get water for the
children. Hussain then gave his permission.
Abbas put Sakina’s water-bag on
the alam (standard), mounted his horse and went back to Hussin, saying, I
have come to say goodbye.
Hussain replied, my brother,
come and embrace me. Abbas dismounted his horse. There were tears in their
eyes. As Abbas prepared to mount his horse, Hussain said, my brother, I want
a gift from you. I want your sword. Abbas, without uttering a word, gave
his sword to Hussain and rode into the battlefield, armed only with a spear and
holding the standard. Each action of his verified that he was not out there to
attack the enemy troops.
Abbas, the standard-bearer
When Abbas went to get the
water, the children gathered around Sakina with their little cups, knowing that
as soon as Abbas would bring water she would first make sure that they had some
before taking any herself.
Sakina was standing next to
Hussain, also with her eyes fixed on the standard of Abbas. Abbas reached the
river bank making his way through Yazid’s troops who tried to block his path,
killing many with just his spear. Abbas’s bravery was well known among the
Arabs and Yazid’s troops started to flee in different directions. As he bent
down to fill the water-bag, the standard disappeared from sight. Sakina was
frightened and looked at her father. Hussain said, Sakina, your uncle Abbas
is at the river bank. Sakina smiled and said, Alhamdulillah (all praise is
for Allah) and called out all the children to welcome Abbas back.
With the water-bag filled, Abbas
wanted to get the water to the anxiously waiting children as quickly as
possible. Seeing him gallop towards the camp of Hussain, a commander from
Yazid’s army shouted at his men ordering them to stop Abbas before reaching
Hussain’s camp. He yelled that it would be impossible to fight Hussain’s
caravan on the battlefield if even a single drop of water were to reach
Hussain’s camp.
While enemy arrows targeted
Abbas from all sides, Abbas had one thought on his mind; to get the water back
to the thirsty children in the camp. However, Abbas lost both his arms during
the attack while trying to save the water-bag. The standard fell onto the
ground. Sakina could not see it any longer. She looked at Hussain, but he
turned his face away. Sakina began to tremble with fear and her eyes filled
with tears. She raised her hands and prayed, O God! Do not let them kill my
Uncle Abbas, I will not ask for water again and ran to her mother’s tent.
When Sakina saw Hussain bringing
the blood drenched standard she knew that her uncle Abbas had been killed.
Sakina's baby brother
As the events of that tragic day
unfolded, members of Hussain’s family and his friends were being slaughtered
one by one at the hands of Yazid’s merciless army. Meanwhile, another heart
rendering tragedy was unfolding inside Hussain’s camp. Hussain’s six-month old
son, Ali Asghar, was dying of thirst.
Holding the baby in his arms,
Hussain walked into the battlefield, raised the baby on his hands and asked
Yazid’s army to give him some water for the dying baby. In response, Hurmal, a
marksman in Yazid’s army, took aim and fired an arrow which pierced Ali
Asghar’s tender throat. Hussain could not bare taking Ali Asghar’s body back to
his mother and buried him in the desert sand.
Hussain then stood in the
battlefield, surrounded by thousands of enemy troops. A final assault, the
earth shook and little Sakina was orphaned.
The tyrannical forces of Yazid
rampaged Hussain’s camp. They shamelessly looted and plundered the tents where
women and children had taken refuge. They even snatched the veils worn by the
holy ladies of Prophet Muhammad’s family. The prophet’s grand-daughters were
left bare-headed. Surely they would stop now. But they did not. Yazid’s men
began setting fire to the tents. The helpless ladies and children ran from one
tent to another until none were left standing.
Shimr, said to be the most evil
commander in Yazid’s army, saw young Sakina crying. Her clothes had caught
fire. Shimr slapped Sakina’s face and pulled off the earrings from her ears.
Blood gushed out from little Sakina’s ears.
Stricken with grief and shock,
all Sakina wanted was the comforting company her dear father, Hussain. She ran
to the battlefield screaming, Father, father, where are you? Father, father,
speak to me.
Night of the destitute
Meanwhile, in Hussain’s camp,
the desert night fell upon the destitute family of Islam’s prophet and
Muhammad’s granddaughter and Hussain’s sister Syeda Zainab took it upon herself
to protect the ladies and children. This tragic night is also known as Sham-e-Ghareeban
(Night of the destitute)
Hussain’s eldest son, Ali Zainul
Abideen, was unconscious due to ill health and had not been able to take part
in the battle with Yazdi’s army. Syeda Zainab gathered all the ladies and
children in the middle of the gutted camp. The moon watched in sadness as Ali
Zainul Abideen lay unconscious on the desert sand, surrounded by widows and
orphans.
Syeda Zainab noticed that little
Sakina was missing from among the children. She asked Sakina’s mother Rubab but
even she did not know where her daughter was. The two ladies ran out of the
tents looking for her in panic. They searched everywhere for the young girl but
in vain. Finally, in desperation, Zainab went to the place where the body of
her brother Hussain lay and cried, O my brother, Sakina, who you left in my
care, is nowhere to be found. Where shall I look for her in this wilderness?
As Zainab got closer to her brother’s corpse, she saw little Sakina cuddling
her father, sleeping on his chest like she always used to.
She shook the child awake and
said, O Sakina! How did you recognize your father? A person can be
recognized by their face or the clothes they wear. Your father has neither.
Sakina replied innocently, I wanted to tell my father about what the people
had done to me. I wanted to tell him how Shimr had robbed the earrings that my
father had so lovingly given me. I wanted to tell him how he had ripped them
from my ears leaving my earlobes torn and bleeding. I wanted to tell him how
the beast had mercilessly slapped me when I cried in pain. When I was running
aimlessly in the desert, I thought I heard my father’s voice telling me he was
here. I followed the voice and I found him lying here. I told him everything
and then I felt like sleeping on his chest the way I always did, for the last
time. So I kept my head on his chest and slept till you came.
Water arrives
Later in the night, Umar ibn
Sad, the general leading Yazid’s army, asked Hur’s widow to take some food and
water to the ladies and the children in Hussain’s camp. Hur was also a general
in Yazid’s army but left the tyrannical camp and joined Hussain in the early
hours of 10 Muharram. Hur had realized that Yazid and his army were the
oppressors and that they were set upon slaughtering the family of the Prophet
Muhammad. Hur gave his life fighting for Hussain.
Syeda Zainab recognized Hur’s
widow as she approached the camp. Zainab stood up, walked up to Hur’s widow and
offered her condolences for Hur’s death. This gesture on the part of Zainab,
who had suffered so much and lost so many members of her family including her
brothers and her sons, tells us of the great mannerism and kindness of Muhammad
and his progeny.
Zainab accepted the jug of water
from Hur’s wife. She took it to Sakina, who, by then, had fallen asleep.
Gently, she woke her up and said, here is some water Sakina, please drink a
little. You have been thirsty for so long. On hearing the word ‘water’
Sakina cried out, has my uncle Abbas come back?
When she was told that Hur’s widow
had brought the water, she got up, went to Hur’s widow, thanked her and then
asked Zainab, Have you all drank water? Zainab shook her head in denial.
Sakina asked, why then do you ask me to drink water? Zainab told Sakina
that it is a custom that the youngest ones should eat and drink first. Hearing
this, Sakina took the jug of water and started walking towards the battlefield.
Zainab asked her where the little princess was going. Sakina replied, O
Aunty you said the youngest should drink first. My brother Ali Asghar is the
youngest. Sakina ran towards where Asghar lay buried, crying O Asghar, O
Asghar.
Muhammad's captive
granddaughters
The following day, Muhammad’s
destitute progeny were forced to leave Karbala and travel towards Kufa.
Hussain’s frail son Ali Zainul Abideen and other children were bound in heavy
chains and forced to walk barefoot. The women were forced to sit on camels
without any saddles while their necks and hands were tied tightly in ropes.
Yazid’s army collected the severed heads of Hussain and his slain followers and
carried them on their spears like trophies.
Upon arrival in Kufa, the
captives were paraded through bazaars and various streets where the general
public had gathered. Thirsty and tired, Sakina looked at her aunt Zainab with
questioning eyes. Zainab asked Sakina what it was. Sakina replied, O my dear
aunt my throat is so dry I do not think I can endure my thirst anymore. In
the crowd, a kind woman called Um-e-Habiba, overheard the four-year-old asking
for water. She approached Muhammad’s granddaughters and offered them some
water. They thanked her for her kindness and asked if she wanted anything in
return. The woman said she had two wishes. One, that her children may never be
orphaned like Sakina and second, that God gives her the opportunity to visit
Medina.
Upon hearing the name of Medina,
Syeda Zainab asked the lady why she wanted to go to her home town. The woman
said she would like to visit the grave of Prophet Muhammad and would also like
to see the prophet’s granddaughters, Zainab and Um-e-Kulsoom.
Syeda Zainab asked the woman, dear
woman, would you recognize Zainab if you saw her? She immediately answered,
Of course I would. Zainab shook her head so her face would emerge from behind
her hair and cried, Your prayer has been answered. Behold! Umm-e-Habiba, it
is I, Zainab. Why can’t you recognize me? Can’t you recognize any of us?
Umm Habiba began to weep.
Zainab continued to speak. We
are the children of the Holy Prophet, your master Hussain has been martyred
along with his devotees and left unburied on the burning sands of Karbala;
their heads have been severed and raised on spears.
The caravan moved forward.
Journey to Damascus
From the time when Hussain fell
in the battlefield, Sakina had forgotten to smile. Kufa saw her as a sober
little girl lost in thought. Quite often she would sit up at night. When asked
if she wanted anything, she would say, I just heard a baby cry? Is it Ali
Asghar? He must be calling out for me.
From Kufa, Muhammad’s captive
family were taken to Damascus, the capital of Yazid’s caliphate.
Sakina was tied on the back of a
camel with a rope. At one point the rope loosened and Sakina fell off the camel.
Noor ‘Ali Merchant, in his poem titled “Sorrows and Sufferings” describes
the event as,
Through the desert of
Mesopotamia they marched on
Falling every few feet, due to sheer exhaustion
Ali Zain ul Abideen was mercilessly whipped
Even if he stumbled, even if he tripped.
Sakina fell down from the camel’s bare-back
Zainab raised an alarm; she was taken aback
The soldiers were intoxicated, they paid no heed
Without any succour, she would perish indeed!
In desperation, Zainab turned towards the spear
“Hussain, fallen down is your daughter dear;
I am helpless, my feet and hands are bound.”
The spear, with Hussain’s head, got planted down!
Khouli (ibn Yazid al-Asbahi) jumped down, to uproot the spear
The stooges rushed forth, from far and near
The spear remained stuck as if cemented
The impact would be great, if soldiers got scent.
Shimr approached Ali; his anger was boiling
He looked at the head; tears were trickling
He turned his gaze, Zainab caught his weeping eye
“Sakina has toppled over, the child may die!”
Shimr picked up the unconscious exhausted child
Dumping her in Zainab’s arms, rushed the hostile
Khouli could now lift the spear from the ground
The caravan proceeded quietly, onwards bound
Falling every few feet, due to sheer exhaustion
Ali Zain ul Abideen was mercilessly whipped
Even if he stumbled, even if he tripped.
Sakina fell down from the camel’s bare-back
Zainab raised an alarm; she was taken aback
The soldiers were intoxicated, they paid no heed
Without any succour, she would perish indeed!
In desperation, Zainab turned towards the spear
“Hussain, fallen down is your daughter dear;
I am helpless, my feet and hands are bound.”
The spear, with Hussain’s head, got planted down!
Khouli (ibn Yazid al-Asbahi) jumped down, to uproot the spear
The stooges rushed forth, from far and near
The spear remained stuck as if cemented
The impact would be great, if soldiers got scent.
Shimr approached Ali; his anger was boiling
He looked at the head; tears were trickling
He turned his gaze, Zainab caught his weeping eye
“Sakina has toppled over, the child may die!”
Shimr picked up the unconscious exhausted child
Dumping her in Zainab’s arms, rushed the hostile
Khouli could now lift the spear from the ground
The caravan proceeded quietly, onwards bound
After this incident, Yazid’s
troops changed the formation of the prisoners. Ali Zainul Abideen’s neck and
feet were already in shackles. The wretched army tied his son, Mohammed Baqir,
on Zainul Abideen’s back and then used the same rope around Sakina’s neck,
making it impossible for Zainul Abideen to stand up straight. From that moment
onwards, Zainul Abideen was forced to walk bowed down throughout the journey to
avoid pulling the rope around Sakina’s neck.
When the prisoners arrived near
Damascus, Yazid ordered his army to keep them on the outskirts of the city for
four days while he and his followers prepared to celebrate Yazid’s victory.
Years later, after he was freed,
Zainul Abideen described these four days outside Damascus as one of the hardest
times faced by the family of the Prophet Muhammad. He said they were treated
like animals.
Muhammad's progeny in Yazid's
court
Once Yazid had finished
preparing his celebrations, the prisoners were taken to the city. Muhammad’s
granddaughters were paraded through the bazaars while the locals cheered and
threw stones at them. Finally they arrived at Yazid’s palace.
The household of the Prophet
Muhammad now stood as captives in front of Yazid.
Hussain’s severed head was
presented to Yazid who was holding a stick in his hand. Yazid started hitting
the mouth and teeth of Hussain with the stick while young Sakina watched. Yazid
happily watched the child cry.
Seeing the pleasure Yazid was
having torturing the child, one of his courtiers asked Yazid if he could have
the little princess as his slave. This enraged Syeda Zainab and she challenged
Yazid.
Noor ‘Ali Merchant, in his poem titled “Sorrows and Sufferings” describes
the event as,
A subservient courtier, anxious
to curry favour
Bowed before him, thinking himself too clever.
“Your Majesty, your indulgence I crave
Bestow that girl, Sakina, on me as a slave.”
Zainab standing nearby, with her head bowed
Was furious, and infuriated as never before.
“You, wretched soul; no shame you have
Prophet’s grandchild, you wish to enslave
Is there none amongst you, even to protest?
Against the shocking and shameless request.”
Bowed before him, thinking himself too clever.
“Your Majesty, your indulgence I crave
Bestow that girl, Sakina, on me as a slave.”
Zainab standing nearby, with her head bowed
Was furious, and infuriated as never before.
“You, wretched soul; no shame you have
Prophet’s grandchild, you wish to enslave
Is there none amongst you, even to protest?
Against the shocking and shameless request.”
Dungeons of Syria
The family of the Prophet
Muhammad was later imprisoned in the dark, damp and roofless dungeons of
Damascus with little food.
Princess Sakina had trouble
sleeping every night as she missed her father, Hussain. Zainab used to try
consoling Sakina.
Knowing that her tears would
upset her mother, Sakina would cry silently and quickly wipe away her tears.
She could see flocks of birds flying to their nests at sunset and used to ask
her aunt, Zainab, will we ever return to Medina like those birds flying to
their homes?
One night Sakina woke up from
her sleep, weeping. She asked for her father. Her aunts and mother tried to
console her but to no avail.
Oh my dear aunt , where is my
father, a few minutes ago I was with my father and he kissed me and said to me
that my dear Sakina you will soon be with me. But where is my father now?
The household of Muhammad
started weeping when they heard of Sakina’s dream. Guards reported this to
Yazid who sent a servant to enquire why the women were crying so loudly.
The servant returned to Yazid’s
palace and told him about Sakina’s dream and how she missed her father. Yazid,
for his sadistic pleasure, ordered Hussain’s severed head to be taken to young
Sakina. He also ordered that Sakina be removed from the rest of her family and
imprisoned in a separate cell.
Sakina begged the guards to not
take her away from her family but they would not listen. She was finally
imprisoned in solitude with her father’s severed head as the only company.
When Sakina saw her father’s
severed head again, she started to cry even more and held it very tight while
saying, who cut off my father’s head, who martyred my father, why are we
held as captives?
Suddenly the crying stopped and
silence filled the cell. Syeda Zainab anxiously asked Ali Zainul Abideen to see
what had happened to Sakina. He asked the guards who allowed him into Sakina’s
cell where he found her lying lifeless on the floor. He carried the child in
his arms and brought her body back to the family.
Sakina was buried in the same
dungeon. Zainab held the still child as Zain ul Abideen dug a grave for his
little sister. As the grave was being filled up after the burial, Sakina’s
mother, Um-e-Rubab, let out a scream. All the ladies huddled around her, and
the prison walls began to shake with the cries, Ya Sakina , Ya Mazlouma.
(Oh Sakina! Oh Oppressed one!)
When the time came and they were
released from the prison, Rubab came to the grave of her beloved daughter, put
her cheek on Sakina’s grave and cried out,
Speak to me Sakina. Only a word,
my child, speak to me.
Sakina’s body was removed from
its original burial place, the Dungeon of Syria, some centuries later when
ground water started entering the grave. She is now buried in a shrine near
Yazid’s palace and the Umayyad Mosque. Those who carried out the exhumation
from the Dungeon said that Sakina’s body was in the condition that if she had
been buried the same day.
She saw her father, Hussain, being brutally murdered
in Karbala at the hands of fellow Muslims. She witnessed her baby brother dying
of thirst and the enemy slitting his throat with an arrow. She saw her beloved
uncle, Abbas, lose both his hands while trying to get water for her. She saw
her family being taken as captives and paraded through the streets of the
Muslim world. She spent her last days in a dungeon, weeping for her father.
She was the beloved daughter of Hussain, Sakina, the young Hashemite Princess.