Ja'far now lifted himself, quickly rushing over to his children and bringing them to their mother.. ''No crying.. Be strong for me.. All of you..'' He'd kiss them all three across the entire face, as Sufyan did the same with his family..
''Ja'far!'' Sufyan shouted over to him.. ''It's time..'' The two nodded to each other, as they now began gathering their gear, placing their swords in it's respective scabbard and wearing their armor. Jafa'r would face Sufyan and would grasp him by the shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes.. ''By Allah.. We will defend our beloveds together.. even if it means our lives..'' Ja'far would state. ''By Allah!'' Sufyan responded, nodding.
Sufyan had finished gearing up ''I'll go get the horses ready brother!'' Sufyan rushed out of the house carefully as the army continued encircling the house.. For an odd reason, they weren't attacking.. So sufyan took the chance to get the horses ready.. which were only five.. Enough for him and Jaf'ar and Zaynebs brothers.
Asma would rush into Jaf'ars dressing quarters with the other women as they all held pieces of his gear, even his little children.. They'd all gather up, helping him put them on.. though Asma was hesitant.. ''My love.. you can't- You can't.'' She'd shed tears.. ''I must.'' He'd respond with a smile facing his wife. She'd nod slowly.. continuing to help.
''My Dear wife.. My dear Children and My dear sisters.. Stay strong for the sake of Allah. For I would do anything for you all.. And I will surely let no harm come to you..'' Jaf'ar would deliver this speech to his loved ones.. He would give his life for them.. They are the reason his heart has been fully unlocked.. He'd now brush past his family as they followed from behind, Asma trailing behind him with worry.
As they stepped outside, Sufyan was there awaiting them with Zaynebs three brothers. ''They have us surrounded..'' Malik, one of Zaynebs brothers stated. ''Don't give up!'' Ja'fars small daughter shouted with her tiny voice.. As they fall faced him.. a tear shed, streaming down Jaf'ars face as he smiled at his daughter.. ''We won't dear.. Now come.. you all are thirsty..'' He'd order the children to come towards him, as he'd now grab the water bag that was strapped onto his belt. Asma would bring over bowls for the children.
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رحلة الحب
Historical FictionIn the booming glory and within the Early Muslim Expansion of the Umayyad Caliphate, Ja'far Bin Abbas, a young boy has been blessed with several tasks in his youth. The Adventurous boy of the Umayyads, and an excellent companion according to his bro...