14 Masumeen names | Arabic Calligraphy

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We are never forgotten – Lesson from Mary, mother of Jesus

‘Forgotten’ Was what Holy Maryam wished, for
the pain of childbirth, was unbearable to take
And her lord said ‘grieve not, for I have provided
you with food and water, take them for my sake’
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Worried became Maryam, for without her
child’s father, her purity would be in objection
A vow she made to her lord, to remain silent,
for 3 days to the world’s fake predictions.
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She was ridiculed day after day, with
names her holy status never ever deserved
She pointed to her son and Jesus spoke,
defending his mother, the words of his lord.
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For Maryam, kept her promise to her
God, and for 3 days remain in silence
and in return of her obedience, he
made her son, speak in her defence.

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It amazes me, how our Lord defends us, even
when we feel we should have be forgotten
Yet if we obey him, he always remains, no
matter under what calamities, we have fallen.

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Lady Maryam (as) and Lady Fatima (sa)

Two ladies of our nation,
were promised heaven
One known as Fatima
and the other, Maryam
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Prayed, the mother of Maryam, to
have a son, from her beloved Lord
And in return she vowed, to make
her child a pure servant of her God.
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Accepted was her prayer, and down
came Maryam as purity’s leader
The promise was kept, and Maryam,
guided her purity like no other.
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Her purity was so high, that the lord gifted
her a son, named Jesus, our leader.
And due to her strength as a mother,
revealed the Quran, after her, an entire chapter.
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And when every verse, which spoke of Jesues,
his name was always along with his mother.
For does it not tell us, how great was this
specific lady’s unimaginable, holy status.
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Then we turn towards Fatima, the
daughter of the Prophet Muhmmad
and just like Maryam, she too remained
pure and God’s beloved, kind servant.
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Maryam bore hardship, from the
world, for carrying this holy child
while the world spoke of lies, she
held herself above, a woman with pride.
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And Fatima too suffered, as a child to defend her
father and helped him spread mercy to mankind
And so she too was promised, her from lineage
would be Mehdi, like Jesus to save mankind
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Doesn’t that amaze you, how our saviours, Jesus and Mehdi will
one day come to remove this world’s misery with kindness and
mercy, for both teach us, justice, strength and purity, we can only
learn and inherent from our ‘mothers’ like Fatima and Mary.
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So be you are son, or be you a daughter,
never disrespect your mother
When your God has solely chosen
them to be your soul’s teacher.

Named ‘Hasan’ as a revelation

To name his first child, waited Ali,
for the Prophet’s permission
Ascended then Gibrail with the
name ‘Hasan’ being as a revelation.

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Duplicate in many features and
morals, was Hasan to Mustafa
from the very start, he gained
noble trails from RasulAllah.

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He received from his father,
Ali, with wisdom and bravery,
& from his mother, perfection in
character, was gained undoubtedly

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For truly, he imitated the best of
creation in habits and qualities
And so was Hasan, raised in the
household of pure personalities.

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At age 4, whatever, his two eyes would read,
Hasan’s mind would memorize, them instantly
Sticking next to his Grandfather, always, he
also memorized God’s revelations, blissfully.

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Such was the love from the
Prophet to his grandson,
where he asked Allah for
his sake, to also love Hassan.

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Now show me someone, without
hesitation who would ask their lord
to not ask forgiveness, but ‘love’, for
these personalities, we have found.

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Isn’t that enough, for the entire world to know
about the purity of Zahra & Ali’s household
When without a doubt, no one asks for love,
unless those obedient to their lord, can uphold.

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The House of Griefs

 

With words she shook, the throne of the
misguided one, who took away her rights
She made the 1st feel guilty of his actions,
once again of guidance she shed the light.

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Indeed, bad company, is a dark, bloodied stain
which is often very difficult to be removed,
Against Zahra’s right stood the 2nd, and tore
the agreement the 1st signed and approved.

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From her child being miscarried, to her
rights from her father forcefully denied
Next to baqi, she complained to Mustafa,
for her misfortunes, all day and night.

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Complained the men of Madina, to Ali,
due to Zahra’s cries, none could sleep
He build for Zahra, a house to weep
Next to Baqi, he named’ The house of griefs’

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She requested Bilal, to once again
read Ahmad’s call to prayer
Hearing her father’s name,
she fell unconscious, in tears.

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She spoke now, in the language of
tears, known once as red rose,
she began to wither, slowly, upon
her death, she now stood close.
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The Tragedy of Zahra

Sleepless she became, from her
separation of her beloved father
Motives had changed and gates
were shut on Mustafa’s daughter.

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A sorrow so great, that I wonder
how could the earth not tremble?
The world left dim, while paradise
rejoiced Muhammad’s arrival.

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But now his household, was
a grave target of oppression
Revealing, after Muhammad,
their true, dark intention.

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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.

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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?’

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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.

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Fatima Sugrah, the ill daughter of hussain

 

He took his final farewell, from
his Grandfather and mother
he took his entire family, but
left in Madina, his ill daughter.
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Patience of Zahra, from which
Sugrah was named by Hussain
Before leaving Madina, he asked
her to act upon this holy name.

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As their steps left the household, she
prayed for them to safely come home
but, she was unknown, how from one city
to another her father’s head would roam.

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Time passed by, each month, until
Muharram came, she grew restless
To quench her thirst one night, she
heard the cries of her family, oppress.

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Slayed were the family of Muhammad,
together, each body was trampled upon
And far away from Karbala, in Madina,
Sugrah’s soul was too slowly crushed upon.

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