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Maa Aur Ali Akbar Ki Maa

Nadeem Sarwar

A mother remembers the childhood of her son Ali Akbar before watching him go to the battlefield in Karbala.

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Jab Ali Akbar Sa Beta Shaah Ko Rab Ne Diya Is Aata e-Kibriya Par Karbala Ne Di Sada

When the Lord granted the King a son like Ali Akbar, Karbala cried out at this divine gift.

Maa Aur Ali Akbar Ki Maa

A mother, and the mother of Ali Akbar.

Uska Maatha Choomti Thi Umme Laila Baar Baar Uska Chehra Dekh Kar Kehti Thi Ay Parwardigar Ye Bahaar e Zindagi Hai Ye Mere Ghar Ki Baahar Ye Meri Pehli Tamanna Ye Mere Dil Ka Qaraar

Umm Layla would kiss his forehead again and again. Looking at his face, she would say, "O Lord, this is the spring of my life, the bloom of my home. This is my first desire, the peace of my heart."

Kaali Dori Baandti Nanhi Kalayi Mein Kabhi Nanhe Seene Par Kabhi Karti Thi Dam Nade Ali Kehti Thi Murjhaye Na Maula Mere Dil Ki Kali Ye Dil e Shabbir Hai Ye Hai Hamari Zindagi

Sometimes she would tie a black thread around his tiny wrist; sometimes she would blow prayers of 'Nade Ali' upon his small chest. She would say, "O Master, may the bud of my heart never wither; this is the heart of Shabbir, this is our life."

Ghutniyo Chalne Laga Jis Waqt Unka Sheerkhwar Saaf Karti Apne Aanchal Se Wo Uski Reh Guzaar Ay Khuda-Na-Khaasta Chub Jaye Na Bache Ke Khaal Chalte Chalte Jab Wo Thakta Pusht Pe Karti Sawaar

When her suckling babe began to crawl, she would clear his path with her own veil. "God forbid," she would think, "lest something prick the child's skin." When he grew tired from walking, she would lift him onto her back.

Khayr Se Jab Umr Bad Kar Uski Is Qaabil Huwi Jis Mein Gehware Ki Khwahish Ho Na Maa Ki Godh Ki Bachpana Ruqsat Talab Ho Aur Shabab Aamad Ghadi Jab Jawani Aa Rahi Ho Aur Masay Ho Bheegti

When, by God's grace, his age grew to the point where he no longer desired the cradle or his mother's lap, when childhood was bidding farewell and the hour of youth was arriving, when youth was blossoming and the first signs of manhood were appearing.

Sab Kunoon-e-Harb Sikhlate Thay Abbas-e-Jari Sehn Mein Kursi Bicha Kar Maa Bhi Aksar Dekhti Mashq Ke Douran Ek Din Yun Hi Naize Ki Ani Chu Gayi Seene Se Laila Par Ghashi Taari Huwi

The brave Abbas would teach him all the arts of war. Layla would often sit on a chair in the courtyard and watch. One day during practice, the tip of a spear just grazed his chest, and Layla fell into a faint.

Ek Wo Din Tha Ke Jab Barchi Zara Si Chu Gayi Umme Laila Kaamp Uthi Aur Ghashi Taari Huwi Ek Ye Din Hai Meinaan e Karbala Dekhe Koi Hai Jigar Ke Paar Naiza Aur Maa Hai Dekhti

That was one day, when the spear only slightly grazed him, and Umm Layla trembled and fainted. And this is today, if anyone could see the battlefield of Karbala: the spear is piercing through his heart, and the mother is watching.

Kya Khabar Thi Umme Laila Ko Wo Din Bhi Aayega Byaah Ka Armaan Dil Ka Dil Mein Hi Reh Jayega Laashe Qasim Ki Tarha Tukdon Mein Dil Bat Jayega Naujawan Ki Laash Par Sehra Sajaya Jayega

How was Umm Layla to know that such a day would come? The longing for his wedding would remain unfulfilled in her heart. Like the body of Qasim, her heart would be torn into pieces, and a funeral garland would be adorned upon the body of her youth.

Umme Laila Dil Sambhalo Arsh Se Aayi Sada Barchiyon Ke Simt Jaata Hai Tumhara Mehlaqa Yun Karo Ruqsat Ke Jaise Ho Samaa Baraat Ka Khaaq Mein Mil Jayegi Laila Shabihe Mustafa

"Umm Layla, steady your heart," came the call from the Heavens. "Your moon-faced son is heading towards the spears. Send him off as if it were the scene of a wedding procession; Layla, the likeness of the Prophet will soon be mingled with the dust."

Kis Tarah Rehaan Ho Us Guftugu Ka Ab Bayaan Aurtain Jab Shaam Ki Kehti Thi L Ekar Hichkiyan Jis Jawan Ka Noke Naiza Par Huwa Hai Sar Ayaan Us Jawan Sey Pehle Ya Rab Mar Gayi Ho Uski Maa

How can Rehaan now describe that conversation, when the women of Shaam would say, sobbing: "The youth whose head is displayed on the tip of a spear—O Lord, may his mother have died before that youth."

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