They slaughtered you O my lord Hussein…By Ali Al-Zaidi

The last scene

By your bloody wounds, and by your withered lips, and by your eyes which is seeing to the family by zeal of men of purity, and by your bruised chest and tranquility of your moan, and by your pains which is burning by heat of separation, O Hussein they slaughtered you, then the life emanated from your bloods

Ali Al-Zaidi