Re: Bibi Sakina (a.s.)
I got this story in email few years back so just wanna share:flower2:.
Once upon a time, there was a cloth trader in Damascus, Syria. One
night he saw a weird but painful dream.
A very young little girl with the most innocent face came in his dream
and said: -
" I’m in pain. Water is flowing into my grave. Please help me and take
me some where else. "
" But where are you?" He asked, astonished.
" Near your house, very near to… "
She told him about a particular spot in his own house.
The trader awakened instantly, rubbing his eyes with frustration if it
actually was a dream or what.
He willingly ignored the dream, trying to forget it.
But again, the same thing happened.
He tried to forget it, wondering what it could really mean?
But when she came for the third time in his sleep, it became enough
for the aged man.
Immediately, without caring of the mid nighttime of dark, black night,
he rose and called his wife who was sleeping adjacent to him.
" What happened?" His wife asked worryingly
" I can’t sleep since last three nights. She is coming continuously…"
And then he told his wife about the dream in detail.
"We should explore the spot, if something is really there, we will
find out the reality. "
" Alright, let’s try, atleast I would be able to get a peaceful sleep then."
He took a spade and a pickaxe, and with his wife, reached at the spot,
which the ‘dream girl’ had mentioned.
After hard labor, he was finally able to look inside the deep hole in
the ground.
" Oh " He exclaimed.
Water from the nearby pond had found its way, filling the space
beneath the ground.
" Oh My God. WAIT!" His wife’s voice was so loud that he couldn’t
maintain his balance.
" I have seen something. Just a moment! " His wife screamed again with fear.
" And what is that?" He asked curiously.
“A child’s face. A girl’s face.” She yelled.
And then he saw it too.
It was the body of a young girl, lying straight in the hole, submerged
in the flowing water.
" Yes, it…. It is the same face…. Same girl, who has been coming in my
dreams." He shouted with the sign of recognition.
" Wait, as it seems like a dead body of some Muslim girl, I will go
inside the grave and will take her out." His wife went forward. “You
put the shield in between. Don’t look at her!”
" Alright, wife! " He placed a long veil in between him and the grave,
without looking at the dead body again.
After few moments, his wife took the body out and together they
carried it carefully to the other spot, which was dry and located far
away from the flowing water.
Once again, he burrowed a deep hole in the ground there, making a
broad, dry grave for the little girl.
Again, his wife placed the dead body of the little girl with all due
respect in the grave and together they put the soil in the hole.
When finished, he turned towards his wife and was shocked to see that
she was crying.
“What’s the matter?” He asked.
" I… I never ever saw such a beautiful, graceful and innocent face. "
She said, sobbing.
" She was so young, hardly more than four years." She added, tears
flowing freely on her face.
" But many children die at the same age. She was not the only one." He
tried his best to decrease the pain of this emotional woman who
happened to be his wife.
" YES!" Suddenly, she cried. " But she was the only one who had marks
of forceful slaps on her soft, warm, tear-stained cheeks. Blood was
coming profusely out of her small ears, like someone has pulled her
earrings. Her whole body was wounded, wrapped in an old, broken robe
like she has been a prisoner for long time. " She cried with sheer
pain. " And yes, she was the only child with 'white hair" at such a
young age!"
" Oh " The aged trader knelt down on the floor, crying violently now.
" I know her."
" What? Who was she?"
" Sukaina " He told her with tear-clotted throat. " Daughter of
Hussain ibne Ali"*