The morning star hid in the cloud of light and appeared wearing a bloody robe.
Zubair changed his horse at the last post. After looking and walking, Zubair could see the minarets of Wasit mosques.
He was burning the torch of hope in the storms rising at every step.
Seeing the crowd of men at the western gate of the city, Zubair pulled the hair of the horse and saw the funeral of a few young men and got down, his legs had no strength to bear the burden.
Still,He dared to ask an Arab.
"Where does Saleh live?"
The Arab replied looking at him with disdain.
Who are you ?
"What do you do with this brute?"
Zubair saw the bright eyes of some young people.
Then he looked at the Arab and placed his hand on his throbbing heart and said,
"I have brought an important message from the Caliph from Damascus."
The Arab asked,
"Whose killing order has the Caliph sent now?"
Zubair asked looking at Arab with stone eyes. "Whose funeral is this?"
The Arab replied,
"Have you heard the name of conqueror of Sindh?"
The horse's bridle slipped from Zubair's hand and fell to the ground after struggling.
Many people gathered around him.
A young men said,
Zubair!
Zubair !!
Saying that, he went ahead and sat near her and tried to bring her to consciousness.
There were tears in his eyes and he was saying in a pained voice.
Zubair!
Get up!
Hurry up.
The funeral of Imaduddin Muhammad ibn al-Qasim is going.
Zubair was muttering in a state of unconsciousness.
Muhammad!
"I want to sleep now. By a stream. In the cool, thick shade of a tree. And don't wake me until I wake up myself—"
The young man scolded him and said, "Zubair!"
I am Khalid, look at me Muhammad passed away.
The sun of Sindh is hiding in the dust of Wasit, get up!
"People are taking your friend's funeral?"
Zubair opened his eyes and said worriedly, "Khalid you?
Where am I ?
I may have fainted.
That funeral?
Maybe someone was saying this to me.
That...
No! No!!
He cannot be Muhammad ibn al-Qasim. Behold, I have ordered his release.
Zubair took out the letter and gave it to Khalid and said,
Khalid! Get him to Saleh quickly?"
Khalid casually looked at the piece of paper and threw it on the ground.
Zubair was nervously looking at Khalid.
An Arab bent down and picked up the letter and opened it and left as soon as he read it.
It was the order of Caliph that it should be delivered to Damascus with dignity.
Saleh has killed him with his intention.
Caliph could not give such an order.
The Muslims of wasit!
Muhammad ibn al-Qasim's soul is crying out for revenge.
What do you see??
Come come with me! "
After the crowd slipped away,
Khalid tried to support Zubair to lift him up, but he said,
I am fine now,
let's go!
Both got up and went towards the graveyard. At the time when people were pouring dirt on the tomb of Muhammad ibn al-Qasim.
Khalid said.
Death,
The taker of life...
The bringer of sorrow...
The comforter of the afflicted...
The enemy of loved ones...
The ultimate destiny of every living being.
After that,About fifty youths broke the door of Saleh's house and entered and swung their swords so that they broke on him.