Ummul Baneen had left this world sonless, but proud That the severed heads of her sons had never bowed This is the only mother who ever had vowed That when her son dies, no water he’d be allowed The gravedigger tries to shroud her, she cries aloud: “How can I have a shroud when Hussain had no shroud?” Ummul Baneen is laid to rest, and beside her grave stands A headless Hussain and her Abbas with two severed hands And her prayer they would rehearse… “thank you Allah for Abbas”