Dear Muslim b. ‘Aqil,
May peace be upon you. I am sorry it has taken me so long to write. No one ever taught me about you. I have heard other names over and over and over again, but I had to find your story in a book I purchased out of my own desire to know. What an awful story! Did they really throw you from the rooftops and drag you through the streets of Kufa? You, the son of the cousin of the Best of Creation, the personal representative of one of the Masters of Heaven?! Ya Lateef.
In our times, they say that silence in the face of injustice is a form of complicity. Insha’Allah the angels will translate what that means for you. I don’t want to be silent. I don’t want your blood on my hands. I want to be on your side, without qualification.
Perhaps one of the small wisdoms of your martyrdom is that so many years later, your story would move me. Move me to realize the level of treachery that Husayn and his lovers faced. Move me to understand what level of sacrifice is required to follow Husayn. Blessings and peace be upon Muhammad and the family of Muhammad!
May the Muharram gatherings all around this Earth be a further reminder to the world that your sacrifice was not in vain, and may we blessed to visit you in Kufa,
by the mercy of the Most Merciful, ameen!
Your admirer,
R. David Coolidge
A Mercy Case 
You have me crying.
May you be granted his ziyarah and the intercession of Husain for your love for him.