A soul so pure, that couldn’t be
held within sham’s prison
To Sakina reaches death, once
and for all – giving her soul freedom.
Yet, I can still
hear her cries,
Though death let her
free, her grief for
her father, has forever
left her imprisoned
In Karbala, both of his
hands were unjustly taken
For in return, 2 wings were
gifted to him in heaven.
I now understand why was Hazrat
Abbas given something so high
He protected the proof of God,
with every pain and every cry.
With no vision, within his heart
he saw God in his every action
Yet with clear sight, the poof of
God, from us remains hidden.
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.
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.
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.
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’
She requested Bilal, to once again
read Ahmad’s call to prayer
Hearing her father’s name,
she fell unconscious, in tears.
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.