It is well known that the mother is attached to her son by the love of motherhood, the relationship of pregnancy and breastfeeding, education and care, but the love of Om al-Baneen (peace be upon her) to her son al-Abbas (peace be upon him) exceeded the love of motherhood, to a love that is beyond kinship, as she had the knowledge of the real status of Aba al-Fadl al-Abbas (peace be upon him) and his strong and great loyalty to his Imam; Imam al-Hussayn (peace be upon him).
She (peace be upon her) was aware of his great role in the epic of Ashura, as she received the good tidings on his birthday or even before that from her husband and master Imam Ali (peace be upon him). Om Al-Baneen has seen the Commander of the Faithful (peace be upon him) one day had Aba Al-Fadl (Peace be upon him) on his lap, and while kissing his son's forearms he was crying, so she was astonished to see a child having the virtues of his father and cried by his father without any apparent reason. The commander of the Faithful (peace be upon him) informed her about the destiny of her son, and what will happen to him and to his forearms when supporting Imam Al-Hussayn (peace be upon him) and she cried and wept, and all those who were at the house shared her grief and anguish, but the Master of guardians foretold her about the status of her beloved son by the Almighty, and that he will be given two wings to fly with the angels in heaven, like his uncle Ja'far Ibn Abi Taleb, and she became happy and pleased of the eternal happiness.
Om al-Baneen (peace be upon her) was an example of the venerable and virtuous women knowing the right of Ahl al-Bayt (peace be upon them). Therefore, she educated her sons on the unconditional love and loyalty of Ahl al-Bayt (peace be upon them) and to be servants of their masters, ready to sacrifice to redeem them, considering this as a religious duty towards the beloved grandsons of the Messenger of Allah (Allah's prayers be upon him and upon his holy Household).
Hence, since baby, Om al-Baneen (peace be upon her) had a special Dua for her son al-Abbas (peace be upon him) to protect him from evil eye and after that she received the news of her sons' martyrdom, she went to al-Baqi' Cemetery every day with her grandson, 'Ubayd Allah (son of 'Abbas). she recited the lament that she had composed for her sons and cried sorrowfully:
"O, he who saw 'Abbas attacking a multitude of enemy and the sons of 'Ali were backing him up like brave lions.
I was told that my son was hit on the head while his hands were cut.
Woe unto me! my son had lowered his head [that] he was hit on the head.
If his sword was in his hand, no one would have dared to approach him."
Lady Om al Baneen was among the first individuals to hold mourning sessions (Majalis) for Imam al-Hussayn (peace be upon him). Imam as-Sadeq (peace be upon him) has narrated, “Om al-Baneen, the mother of the four martyred brothers would go to (the cemetery of) al-Baqi and would lament with heart-rending and grief-stricken words upon her sons. People would gather and listen to her (sorrowful words). One day Marwan bin Hakam came and heard her lamenting and started weeping (in spite of being ruthless himself).” Along with the other ladies of Bani Hashim, she virtually transformed Jannat al-Baqi into a Hussainiya, a center of mourning for Imam al-Hussayn and the tragedy that befell his family. She is considered the first person to recite poetry lamenting the plight and suffering of Imam al-Hussayn and the orphans in Karbala, as well as the tragic martyrdom of her own sons. The lamentations and poems she wrote are highly regarded as important masterpieces of Arabic literature. One famous elegy she wrote is as follows:
Don’t call me the Mother of Her Sons anymore
This title reminds me of those Haidari lions
As long as my sons were alive, I was Ummul Baneen
Now that I have lost them, this title doesn’t suit me
Those four sons of mine were like four lions
The ones who sleep in the desert after giving their heads
Whoever faced them in the midst of the battlefield
Surely would have fallen to the ground like rain
How I wish someone had come and informed me
That the arms of my Abbas were brutally severed