16/07/2026
In the dim, oppressive shadows of the prison in Shaam (Damascus), a heart-wrenching scene unfolded that echoes through the ages as a testament to unimaginable grief, unwavering love, and the cruelty of tyranny. 
Little Sakina (s.a.), the beloved young daughter of Imam Hussain (a.s.)—often described as a tender child of four or five—rested uneasily in the dark, filthy dungeon where the Ahl al-Bayt were held captive after the tragedy of Karbala. Exhausted from thirst, hunger, the scorching journey, and the horrors she had witnessed, she awoke from a dream. In that fleeting vision, her father had come to her, embraced her, kissed her, and comforted her with words of love. But as the dream faded, reality crashed in. 
“Baba! Where is my father? He was here just moments ago… he kissed me and promised I would be with him!” she cried out, her innocent voice piercing the silence. The women, led by her noble aunt Bibi Zainab (s.a.), tried desperately to console her, but Sakina (s.a.) could not be soothed. Her sobs grew louder, her longing unbearable. Even the prison guards were moved to tears. The commotion reached the ears of Yazid (l.a.), who, in his malice, ordered the severed head of Imam Hussain (a.s.) to be brought to the prison. 
As the radiant, blood-stained head of the grandson of Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w.) was carried in, its holy light seemed to dispel the gloom. Sakina (s.a.), sensing her father’s presence, rushed forward. She took the head gently into her small hands, hugged it close to her chest, and pressed her cheek against his. Tears flowed endlessly as she poured out her innocent heart: “O my dear Baba! Who did this to you? Who colored your blessed beard with blood? Who severed your noble head from your body? Who martyred you, O my father? Why are we captives here? What wrong did we commit?”