 I watched on in pain as they hit the head of my father and his lips that were slit. In chains they brought me to see how they cursed the offspring of Ali. The palace now filled with a crown and before his cursed throne did the people all bow. How I wish my forefathers could see what I've done to the son of Ali. Vengeance for Badr is now mine. Oh how I wish they could see my glory this time. Yazid began laughing with pride as he poked at the head of my father who died. The pain was now gripping my throat. It was the pain of the sight, not the pain of the ropes. The crowd was delighted to see the condition of the women and me. Cursed beyond you who rebelled. A voice from the crowd had now yelled. Oh people do you know who I am as I rose to the member to stand. If you know me you know me too well and if you don't then allow me to tell who we are and from whom we descend upon all who believe we are friends. We come from the heirs of Allah. We descend from Muhammad al-Mustafa. I am the son of Khadija Thalqubra, the son of her daughter Zahra. I am the son of Saifain, Abu al-Hasnain al-Hasni wal-Hussein. I am the guardian of Quran al-Mubin. My name, oh people, is Ali Zain al-Aabdin. Oh people, do you hear what I say? I am the son of Hussein that was slain. The lips that this tyrant now hits are the lips that the Prophet once kissed. My aunt is the daughter of light, the daughter of Shi'u who they buried at night. My blood is the blood of Zahra. Now when chains before you her children are brought. They killed us and killed your Imam. Hussein's only crime was he fought for Islam. The people began weeping aloud, silenced his speech and reigned in the crowd. Call for the prayers, get him down. Distract the people, his voice you must drown. But the Imam refused to come down. God is the greatest and to him do we bow. There is no God but he. My flesh and blood do attest to this creed. I bear witness that Muhammad is Rasul. Oh Yazid answer this if you think they are fools. Was Muhammad your father or mine? If you say he is yours, you have lied. But if you say that he belongs to me, then why have you killed the son of Ali? Was Hussein not the son of Zahra? Oh people bear witness against who Hussein fought. This is the man who now plays with the lips of my father, Imam al-Hussein.