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Response to "Invalid Entry" by elusive ennui warm inside for "Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor Maidens like Zaynab create myths, give birth to legends, and become the curse their enemies fear most. She stood inside the walls of Fort Tabarsi watching the men return wounded, bleeding and dying; she bound their wounds then went alone to the women’s quarters where she cut her hair, put on a tunic, and donned the head dress of a man. Going into the court yard, she buckled on a sword, picked up a musket and a shield and slipped into the ranks of the defenders. When the government troops attacked, she leapt over the barricades shouting: “Yá Sáhibu’z-Zamán!” No man could fight like Zaynab routing her enemies encouraging her friends and putting off for a little longer the inevitable fate of those out numbered lovers of God. For five months she fought, sleeping briefly with the hilt of her sword as her pillow and her shield her blanket. In her final battle, her war cry ringing in her enemies ears, she attacked and overcame two of her opponents barricades, before falling beneath a shower of bullets at the third. Based on the exploits of Zaynab was a village girl who joined the Babi’s when they held of in Fort Shaykh Tabarsi during the Zanjan Upheaval in 1850 A.D. See the Dawn Breakers: Nabil’s Narrative pages 550-552. |