 A poem titled, Hussein's Final Tiny Guest. Ya abba ta, ya abba, ya Hussein. Did you see them rip my tiny ears? My cries for help, did you hear? Ya abba ta, ya abba, ya Hussein. I cried aloud and shouted towards your head upon the spear. Ya abba, it is me, ya abba, ya Hussein. Oh Father, don't you hear me as I cry aloud your name. Ya abba, please help me. They've lit me a light, a light with flames. Ya abba, it is me crying out, ya abba, ya Hussein. Oh Father, please look at me. Do you not hear my cries? Look, oh Father, what they've done, please open up your eyes. Ya Allah, she does scream as they whip her tiny back. Then the silence overwhelms as upon Sakina, their batons they crack. She'd wait for the night and the darkness to set in. To smell her way to abba Abdullah and rest the night with him. A headless mangled body was all that she could find. But Sakina knew his scent and proclaimed, as far as fathers this is mine. She'd lay her tiny head upon his broken torn chest and cry until her tears run dry, Hussein's final tiny gas.