The Final Conversation Between Hussain and Hur

The character of Hur is a source of unique inspiration for those who subscribe to the Karbala narrative : Hur, despite his egregious acts, was forgiven by Hussain during the massacre’s final hour.

Thus, inspired by Pakistani Poet Malik Shahroz’s Urdu piece on Hussain and Hur (Hur Zara Pehchan Mujko Bolta Quran Hu Meh), this piece travels to the hour of forgiveness. Written in Hussain’s voice, it describes the scene around Hur’s realization and explains, in broken prose, the reason behind forgiveness.

When Hussain is surrounded by his killers, he says :

Drunkard hands beat the drums of power and shameless feet ring the bells of might. They dangle, neither upon the sands nor upon the skies : heaven and earth refuse to hear this song of hell. 

To the mother whose eyes are at rest, they show no care and to the mother who rests her eyes, they show no care. The womb of love is mourning its birth : how can such beings be trusted with life?

In the ring of this maw, my torn body stands. They are teasing the pieces of my body. They laugh at my life as it oozes out of broken bones. They cannot be trusted with life.

What more of me is left that their hatred could possibly want? Indeed, they wish to steal me from what love could possibly want. They wish to rob me from Hur.

Time has arrived at its final breath : my strength to hold time back is fading. In this final moment, will he not reach me before the tide of thieves?

He will. From the maddened dance, I see silence bleeding. I see its wounds rushing towards me. He collapses into me, wailing as though he has just departed the womb. He knows I will cleanse him.

Time will end but we will not.

I hold him and this brings me together once more. I speak :

” Hur, those around you have lost their love of people. My victory is that I have yet to lose this love. They wonder why I asked to live until this moment. Well, i asked for one more night of thirst not for the waters of your heart to pardon me with another day of life, but for my last day of life to pardon your waters with my heart. I forgive you. You are free. Indeed, when such emptiness fills your heart, your spirit bursts out free.”

Their “victory” is not the defeat of my forgiveness. My Forgiveness is the defeat of their victory.

 

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