He was one of the mujahidin,
who stood in the fore front. He was one of those who supported the true
principles and supported the prophets and the guides of the humanity.
A man, who supported the
straight belief while all the hearts turned aside for him and all the eyes
looked askance at him, Those hearts and eyes scattered grudge, quivered with serious
enmity, warned of resistance and disobedience to put out this fresh burning
torch some hands stretched to do away with this (new prophet), whose light had
cured the sore-eyes.
But this strong fort
(Abutalib (as)) stood up to them
towering, showing his powerfulness and challenging, their reckless will. And
then they turned back empty-handed. The grudge increased in the hearts against
this supporter but it was as the grudge of the horses against the bridles.
A man, who watered Islam when
it was a seed in a barren land, guarded it against the wind whet it was soft
and tender and then took care of it when it was
young, It grew and became strong. The light spread from it. No enemy would achieve an aim until the
loyal guard of this flowing spring left to the better world and until the
flowing spring dried.
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