Sayyida Zainab SA
Although it is impossible to describe this saintly, brave, noble lady in one tweet, but before I write anything going forward from the 12th of Muharram onwards, you should know who she actually was.
It because of Bibi Zainab that the tragedy of Karbala has never been forgotten. Her lectures and speeches across the desert from Karbala to Kufa and from Kufa to Damascus, in the bazar’s of cities and villages to the courts of the tyrants have no parallel in history.
She was born in Madinah in 5 AH, the daughter of Imam Ali AS and Sayyida Fatima al-Zahra SA, granddaughter of the Prophet ﷺ himself. The sources record that the Prophet ﷺ named her, having been told the name by Jibra'eel AS. Zainab means the adornment of her father, and from the earliest days of her life, that is exactly what she was.
She grew up inside the household that produced Imam Hasan AS and Imam Hussain AS, absorbing from her father and her brothers a depth of knowledge in Quran, hadith, and exegesis that few scholars of her era, male or female, could match.
Abdullah ibn Abbas, one of the most respected scholars among the companions, narrated hadith from her directly, always introducing what he had heard with the words: "Our learned one, Zainab, daughter of Ali, told me such and such." She held her own gatherings of learning in Madinah, later in Kufa, teaching women the meaning of the Quran with an authority that earned her the title Aqilat Bani Hashim, the wise woman, the intellect of her entire clan. Imam Zayn al-Abideen AS himself, her own nephew and a future Imam, called her "Alima Ghayr Mu'allama", the one who possessed knowledge without ever having been formally taught it.
She was married to Abdullah ibn Jafar, son of Jafar al-Tayyar, her own first cousin. She bore him several children. Two of them, Aun and Muhammad, we have already told you the story of in full.
By the time the caravan left Makkah, Zainab SA was already a woman who had buried her grandfather, her mother, and her father. She had stood by her brother Hasan AS until his own martyrdom by poison. She was, by the time Karbala arrived, fifty-five years old, the eldest surviving child of Imam Ali AS and Fatima al-Zahra SA, and the one every other woman and child in that camp instinctively looked to.
Throughout the journey, she held the position the sources describe simply as Chief Lady of the harem, obeyed and respected by everyone in the caravan without needing to ask for it. She is recorded watching the battle of Ashura from a platform built of saddles outside the tents.
When her own sons rode out to die, she did not stop them, understanding, as the tradition holds, that the survival of this cause mattered even more than her own grief. When Ali al-Akbar AS fell, al-Tabari records that she ran onto the battlefield itself and threw herself upon his body, before being gently brought back. She cared for the wounded throughout that entire day. She comforted every mother whose son did not return.
You know what came after. The burning tents. The broken spear she is remembered holding through the night of Sham e Ghariban. The confrontation with the soldiers over the camels, refusing their hands because the family of the Prophet ﷺ needed help from no one, but each other. The final viewing of the bodies, her own cry over her brother's trampled remains carried in this family's memory for fourteen centuries.
And then Kufa.
A blind companion of her father, standing in that crowd, heard her voice rise above the noise and called out that he could have sworn, had he not known otherwise, that he was hearing Ali ibn Abi Talib AS himself speak again.
What she said that day, I give you now exactly as it has been preserved:
"Praise be to Allah, the Lord of the worlds. And blessings be upon my grandfather Muhammad and his pure and chosen progeny.
O people of Kufa. O you who are deceitful and treacherous.
Do you weep? May your tears never cease and your wailing never fall silent. You are like the woman who unravels, thread by thread, what she herself had so firmly spun. Your faith is nothing but deceit and betrayal.
Is there among you anyone but the boastful, the disgraced, the spiteful flatterer? You are like a beautiful plant growing in filth, or like silver dressed over a grave. Evil indeed is what your own souls have sent ahead for you. Allah is displeased with you, and in His punishment you shall remain.
Do you weep and wail? By Allah, weep on, and laugh but little. For what you have done can never be washed away.
How will you ever cleanse yourselves of the blood of the son of the Seal of the Prophets, the lord of the youth of Paradise, the refuge of your own people, the very one you yourselves once turned to in your hour of need? Indeed, you have committed a crime so grave that the heavens might collapse, the earth might split open, and the mountains might crumble into dust.
Woe unto you, people of Kufa. Do you understand which piece of Muhammad's heart you have severed? Which pledge you have broken? Whose blood you have spilled? Whose sanctity you have violated?
You have done a deed so monstrous that it would be no wonder if the sky rained blood upon the earth. The punishment of the next life is far harsher, and there, you will find no one to help you.
Do not think Allah's delay means He has forgotten. So weep, laugh little, for this disgrace will never be lifted from you. How could it, when you have killed the grandson of the Seal of Prophethood, the mine of the message, and the leader of the youth of Paradise, the very refuge you once sought in your difficulties?"
When she finished, the sources record there was no sound in that crowd except weeping.
She was not finished giving speeches that would shake an empire. Soon she would stand before Ibn Ziyad and refuse to let him kill her nephew unless he killed her first.
Weeks later, she would stand in the court of Yazid himself in Damascus, in front of a city decorated for celebration, and deliver words that turned their celebration to shame before she was finished speaking.
She would go on to be called, across the centuries since, Batalat Karbala, the heroine of Karbala. Sharikat al-Husayn, the partner of Hussain. Umm al-Masa'ib, the mother of every calamity this family endured, because there was scarcely a tragedy in this household's entire history that she had not personally witnessed and survived.
She had buried no one of her own at this point in the story. And still, standing in chains in the city that had betrayed everyone she loved, she found in herself the words to make sure that betrayal would never be forgotten.
This is who Sayyida Zainab SA was before any of this happened to her, and this is who she remained after all of it had.
#YaHussain
#YaZainab
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