A Sick Captive

I woke up with a groan at midnight. A captive had lied thirsty and hungry. I sat over his head. -What do you want? – bring me some water! I hadn't water. I went behind the window and called the guard. – Please bring this sick person some water! He abused and cursed me. Then he went away. I came back embarrassed and disappointed over my friend's head. He had heard our words. He said "no problem. I remain thirsty in the remembrance of Karbala desert". After a while, he martyrized thirsty.