Sleepless she became, from her
separation of her beloved father
Motives had changed and gates
were shut on Mustafa’s daughter.
A sorrow so great, that I wonder
how could the earth not tremble?
The world left dim, while paradise
rejoiced Muhammad’s arrival.
But now his household, was
a grave target of oppression
Revealing, after Muhammad,
their true, dark intention.
Commanded a slave, despite her
presence, to set the holy house on fire,
‘Fatima is in there!’ said a man, ‘So what!’
was the oppressors inhuman answer.
Kicked was the door, behind which Fatima
stood to protect her appointed Imam
They caused her to miscarry Mohsin, she
blead, crying ‘why do you cause us harm?’
Hidden was her grave, from those opposed
injustices upon her and God’s chosen leader
‘Forgiven’ one says, how? while after her,
her children too suffered like no other.