Sakina Kho Gai Hai

Shaam E Ghareeban Main Phyly Tamachy Ka Tha Aysa Aser Zalim Ke Angothi Ka Hai Nishan Aje Bhe Rukhsar Per Nanay Hathon Se Chehra Chupati Hai Wo Apny Amu Ko Rokar Bulati Hai Wo Pocho To Batlati Hai Kitne Din Ke Pyasi Hai

The effect of the first slap in the Shaam-e-Ghareeban was such that the mark of the tyrant's ring is still on her cheek today. She hides her face with her tiny hands, and weeping, she calls out for her uncle (Abbas). If you ask her, she tells you how many days she has been thirsty.

Phir Shimar Balon Se Khainchay Na Wo Is Leyay Ghabrati Hai Jab Uske Sar Pe Koi Hath Rakhta Hai To Dar Jati Hai Baap Ke Lash Per Aysy Mara Usay Uske Kuch Bal Hain Ab Bhe Totay Howy Shimar Se Wo Chupti Hai Jane Kitna Darti Hai

She is terrified that Shimar might pull her hair again. Whenever someone places a hand on her head, she gets frightened. He struck her so hard on her father's corpse that some of her hair is still broken. She hides from Shimar; who knows how much she fears him.

Qaidi Banaty Howy Jis Rasan Se Hamain Bandha Gaya Jab Us Rasan Main He Jakra Gaya Khainch Kar Uska Gala Uske Chahray Ke Ranggat Badalti Rahe Sath Mery Wo Panjon Pe Chalti Rahe Choti Se Ek Bachi Hai Jis Ke Gardan Zakhmi Hai

The rope with which we were bound when taken prisoner—her neck was tightened and pulled within that very rope. The color of her face kept changing; she kept walking on her tiptoes beside me. She is a tiny little girl, whose neck is wounded.

Hai Char Sala Magar Ek Zaiefa Se Ab Dekhti Hai Wo Balaon Main Usk Safaidi Hai Khum Hai Kamar Ayce Hai Wo Chalna Mushkil Hai Jane Kahan Hoge Wo Ake Yay Bhe Hai Uski Nishani Suno Gir Gir Kar Wo Uthti Hai Zehra Jesi Lagti Hai

She is only four years old, yet she looks like an old woman now. There is greyness in her hair, her back is hunched—that is how she is. Walking is difficult for her; who knows where she might be. Listen, this is also a sign of hers: she falls and rises again, she looks just like Zehra (Fatima).

Aye Shaam Walon Usay Rah Main Agar Dekho Kahe Usko Duaon Kay Badlay Main Sadqa Kabhi Dena Nahi Rastay Ka Yay Manzar Wo Bholi Nahi Sadqa Kar Kay Khajorain Jo Phainke Gaye Choti Syed Zadi Hai Is Ghurbat Pe Roti Hai

O people of Shaam, if you see her anywhere on the road, never offer her charity in exchange for prayers. She has not forgotten the scene on the path, when dates were thrown as charity. She is a young Sayyeda; she weeps at this poverty.

Naqay Se Gir Gaye The Sakina Jahan Dhondtay Dhondtay Pohnchi Zainab Wahan Ek Zakhmi Zaifa Ke Aghosh Main Jab Sakina Ko Dekha To Ke Yay Foghan Tera Ehsan Na Bhol Paonge Main Apni Maa Se Shifaat Karaoge Main Chehray Se Parda Hata Kar Zaifa Yahe Kehnay Lagi Pehchan Lay Meri Zinab Mujhe Main Wohe Maa Hon Teri The Raza Aur Zeeshan Kesi Ghari Bolain Zehra Sakina Bohat Thak Chuki Sun Sun Kar Yay Uthti Hai To Jab Bhe Yay Kehti Hai

Where Sakina had fallen from the camel, Zainab arrived searching. When she saw Sakina in the embrace of a wounded elderly woman, she cried out: 'I will never forget your favor, I will have you intercede with my Mother (Fatima).' Lifting the veil from her face, the elderly woman began to say: 'Recognize me, my Zainab, I am that same Mother of yours.' What a moment it was for Raza and Zeeshan; Zehra said, 'Sakina is very tired.' Hearing this, she rises, and whenever she says this...