After that, Haq heard the cry of the Prophet,
until it was the turn of Ali Akbar, he
gave permission to the field, and he went quietly, as
if he had gone from the soul of Mullah Kam
until he was dragging his stirrups towards the field, a
few steps of the gentleman ran after him, the
Prophet-like Prophet, on the enemy of the world,
he was overwhelmed with madness, he
said the army: "He was the Messenger of Allah
, if it was not for a mistake, it was Allah Himself."
He groaned, the
seed of jealousy has killed him in his heart, the
pseudo-prophet of God! He is thirsty, then there is
a very obvious war, O brave one
, come back and get strength from your father
, "I am thirsty, Dad! Give me a little water
with your warm expression, give me the
thirst, Daddy, see that I am thirsty",
Baba said: "My soul, I am ashamed"
, the love of playing with my father, with the thirst
of his fathers share, only the shame of his
heart, he is thirsty to meet his father
, he has become strong in the sons blade,
so he made his pedal towards the field, he
attacked in the midst of the waves of the enemy,
his battle is like the battle of Haider
, he breaks the line, he is the zeal of Allah Safdar,
because Ali was swaying in the enemys armor
. Babas side had an impatient heart
on this side, Baba on the other
side, he was in the midst of the campaign on
this side, a hand towards the sky on
the other side, he was under the blade of the disbelievers on
this side, the Lord was in secret on
the other side, his flight was beginning
in this direction, an eye on his way was waiting for
the other side, a blade was broken on his part,
so much thirst fell on the
restless and anxious pseudo-Messenger of the month of Batool,
suddenly Akbar fell
from the saddleThe spear and the sword of Kain are on the religion,
a spear is torn from his side, the
blade of Kain is on the difference of the moon, the
dagger full of grudges is in the chest, the
line of blood is shining on the mirror, the
arrow of a hundred feathers is in the middle of his eyes, he
was still angry with the enemy
, his blade fell from the floor on the ground
, as if he had become right, from his grief, the
horses were ready to rush
until they made the work of the pseudo-truth,
like a kick on the back. And next to him, he
remembered the story of "The Wall and the Door", the
horses attacked his pure body, they
made the body of Akbar Arba, and
suddenly he shouted with a bang:
"I have fallen to the ground, Baba Hussein!"
When Mullah heard his sons call,
he was running to the square anxiously,
as Hussain mourned over his pure corpse, the
Eye of Truth wept over Akbars grief,
put his head on Babas lap,
restless his head on his
chest, but restlessly, suddenly he
cried out from his heart:
"Get up from the ground and
take the name of Baba once again, my fathers soul!"
After that, Qasim in front of his uncle
did not give his permission, the
anxious face came to the other side of his mother restlessly
, he read the medicine of his
fathers letter to him,
because his father gave him permission to
take the letter, and he was very happy, like thunder, the thunder of the
lion of time, he
tied his shoelace, and the other one turned
to the tent of that fog:
"Peace, my master, Baba uncle!"
Qasim is on the other side with Hussein
in front of him, he gave the letter and he was silent
from his heart and soul, he was full of ears
when he saw his brothers handwriting, a
line of tears ran on his face,
he opened the secret of the truth with a question,
he started from a great calamity:
"How is death i
