<div style="text-align: justify;"> disrespected her beloved brother`s head, with the pointed cane. With her every strength, she sheltered her niece</div> <p style="text-align: justify;">knowing that they wouldn`t spare Sakina, as she innocently cried. Along with her hands, they had chained her emotions, forbidding her to ever remember Hussain. Ah ... Zainab; a single soul, comforting & guarding all the widows. To whom can she display her tears, facing which direction, can she cry? Like her mother, Zahra; she stood against the enemy of God, speaking with the eloquence of her father. Her brilliant speech in Yazid`s court, left behind guilt on the enemies evil faces, with their conscience pricking them. Kufans, had now realised who the enslaved women were, and who`s head laid on the spear. They now recollected the scene, of how they clapped their hands, when the oppressor`s whipped Abid. At once, they pictured Muhammad, standing alongside Zainab, as she called upon her grandfather. Zainab; with her injured hands, where, the marks of pelted stones laid, unveiled the mask from Yazid`s face. The world, till the Judgement day, shall forever curse Yazid</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://shiastudies.com/en.">http://shiastudies.com/en.</a></p>