Permission of Zahra

To enter Lady Fatima’s household,
for the soul of Prophet Muhammad
the angle of death, asked her permission,
before, accepting this very command.
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That even after being
ordered directly by Allah,
The angle knew, he couldn’t
accept, without Fatima.
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Yet, isn’t it strange, how those
who claimed to be gifted heaven
Were the ones, who took Zahra’s
rights without any hesitation.
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When the soul of the best creation,
never departed until Zahra had let go
Can you call him ‘righteous’? when
she said ‘no, I am Zahra’ and he said ‘So?’
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Burned was her door, and our
Queen fell hopelessly on the floor,
crushed with a nail, upon her ribs,
she lost her innocent, unborn.

 

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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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