Muhammad ibn al-Qasim

He wrapped the map and put it aside and after some time asked, "Do you belong to any tribe?"

The boy replied, "I am al-Thaqafi ."

What is your name? Muhammad ibn al-Qasim.

Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf was shocked and looked at Muhammad ibn al-Qasim and said.

"This is what I expected from Qasim's son.

Do you recognize me ?

Muhammad ibn al-Qasim said,

"You are the ruler of Basra?"

Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf was disappointed and said that's all you know about me.

I know more than that. Before that you were the right hand of Abdul Malik and now you are the right hand of Khalifa Waleed

Didn't your mother tell you that Qasim was my brother and you are my nephew?

He told me?

when When you returned to Madinah after killing Abdullah bin Zubair.

Hearing these words from the mouth of a young boy, Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf's forehead veins were forgotten for a while. He would look at Muhammad ibn al-Qasim in disgust, but instead of fear and terror in his eyes, his anger gradually turned into regret.

Muhammad ibn al-Qasim's eyes were asking him what I had said.

Is he wrong?

Aren't you the murderer of Abdullah bin Zubair?" Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf felt an unbearable burden on his heart and got up and stood by the window opening towards the river and started looking. The killer of Abdullah bin Zubair!

The killer of Abdullah bin Zubair?

He repeated these words in his heart a few times. The eyes of the imagination began to unmask the past. He was looking at the aged mujahid of Makkah, who had a triumphant smile on his lips even when he was being killed. He once again heard the cries of widows and orphans in the streets of Makkah.

He deadpanned and looked at Muhammad ibn al-Qasim, who, contrary to his expectation, was looking at the map instead of looking at him. A few other pictures from the past came before him. He was once again watching his young brother on his deathbed in a small house in Madinah. The brother who, after hearing the status of his work in Makkah, had closed his eyes in anger and excitement after seeing him. Qasim's words once again echoed in his ears,

"Hajjaj go!" I don't want to see the face of Abdullah bin Zubair's killer when I die. There are splashes of blood at your feet, my tears cannot wash them away." Then he was looking at a young child with his brother's funeral.

It was his nephew, whom he tried to pick up and hug, but he stood aside in agony and shouted. No! no! Do not touch me! father hated you" Hajjaj looked at Muhammad ibn al-Qasim under a very painful feeling and said, Muhammad! come here Muhammad ibn al-Qasim rolled up the map and kept it aside, got up and became a pilgrim

He stood near Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf. The look of unusual satisfaction on his face was a test of patience for Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf, but he restrained himself and said, "Then I am nothing but the murderer of Abdullah bin Zubair in your eyes?" Muhammad ibn al-Qasim replied,

"This Creation is the fatwa of God and I cannot find any other word to deceive you instead of murderer"

Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf said, You have the blood of Qasim in your veins, I am ready to bear everything you say, even though it is not my habit to bear.

I have not come to force you to change your habit. Now allow me. If you want to send a message for the Quitaba, I will be present tomorrow."

After a moment's hesitation, Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf said. Where do you want to go?"

Muhammad ibn al-Qasim replied, "I have come directly to you in the city to my mother." Haven't gone home yet.

Is your mother in Basra? I didn't even know that.

When did they come here?

It has been three or four months since they came here from Medina.

I had received his letter at Maru.

"And where were you before going to Turkistan?"

I was in Madinah with my mother until I was ten years old and after that I went to my uncle in Basra.

Who are they staying with? Why doesn't she come here? "She is staying at my uncle's house and you can understand the reason for not coming here better than me."

"And you hated me so much that you didn't even see your face?"

Muhammad ibn al-Qasim replied,

"To tell you the truth, I have been so busy in the school and after that in the military life that I couldn't have a place in my heart to love or hate anyone."

Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf thought for a while and said, "Perhaps I saw you in the school, but I could not recognize you." You are alive too soon.

Now tell me, won't you meet your aunt?" Muhammad ibn al-Qasim was a bit confused and started looking at Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf. Al-Hajjaj ibn Yusuf took her arm and strode out of the room. On reaching the door of the residential house in the other corner of the garden, Muhammad ibn al-Qasim smiled and said,

"Leave me, I am with you!" .