A wife and husband once had a fierce fight. The fire of anger unleashed in the heart of the man consuming him like a wild forest and out he spurted ablaze words that cut like a dagger in the heart of his wife. The wife too could not endure this heat and like a poisonous snake hit back with words that flared up the husband’s anger. The husband’s rage, like a volcano, burst and he hit her wife, wounding her to silence and then fiercely rushed out the house. A few hours passed and he slowly calmed down and remorse for what had happened took over. He bought a black rose for his wife and returned home to ask for forgiveness.
“I am sorry for what I did my dear. I became angry and lost control over my words and hand. Please forgive me for hitting you and causing you such pain.”The wife silently looked back as tears streamed from the corner of her eyes.
“O dear husband! For what you have done I forgive you. But please, I beg you, next time you get angry with me, do not hit me in front of your little daughter. Ever since she saw you hitting me she has become sick and quit eating food. In her room she has been ever since, crying in solitude. Your daughter is young and weak, she is not able to see her mother get hurt.”

Such is the grief of a small daughter seeing her mother in pain. But they say the little son’s love and attachment for her mother is even greater.
Now what about Fatimah(A)?
A door on fire violently broke open crushing her weak pregnant body against the cold wall. In agony she screamed when her face was burnt by its heat, when her ribs pierced Muhsen’s(A) thin body and when her hand broke. But in this pain she looked up and a thousand new arrows penetrated her soul when she saw a child on 5-years innocently looking at her mother in the pangs of death. Hassan(A) had lost his breath at this sight and only silent tears conveyed his screams within…