Fatima is from Me

 

The purest lady of all ladies in the universe
Daughter of the prophet, their enemies we eternally curse

She was like his mother, closer than no other

Pure in every aspect, by the Almighty from any defect
Her mother gave her wealth, for Islam to flourish and be perfect

Her virtues are of no measure, no pride or position, only God’s pleasure

No wordly gain, for 3 days they went hungry
Till the verse came down from the Almighty

33:33, 5:55, 76:8, this is not a fairy tale
This is the truth, God’s word, over falsehood will it prevail

Fatima is of me, whoever harms her, harms me
Whoever harms me, harms the Almighty

Why don’t you see it, it’s crystal clear
Yet those with the hate, decided to plant the fear

After her father’s demise, like a dying rose,
with tears in her eyes, began all her woes

They slapped her innocent face, stole her inheritance

The prophets only daughter, the purest of ladies, a big oppression would occur

Her house they did attack, in the dark of the night, the whole world went black

They shouted where is Ali? We have fire! Who is in this household?
Fatima cried out it is me, by Allah, did the tragedy begin to unfold
In her womb was her son unborn, crushed when they pushed her behind the door

What can I say, my heart is broken
My soul is shattered, my tears are flowing

She left behind Zainab, Hussein, Hassan
Who would think the progeny would become an oprhan

Fatima is of me, whoever harms her, harms me
Whoever harms me, harms the Almighty

They brought fire to the house of the pure progeny,
she didnt deserve the heartless oppression and tyranny

only days after his demise, the soil on her father’s grave still fresh
crushed behind the door, the nail ripped through the innocent flesh

The progeny of the Prophet is from her, don’t act like it’s all a blur
Read in the books that the Mahdi, is from her pure progeny
In Muslim and in Bukhari, don’t act like its blasphemy

Fatima is of me, whoever harms her, harm me
Whoever harms me, harms the Almighty

Her burial took place in the dark of the night, the pure lady whose grave was filled with light
Who can claim to give the prophet love, when you killed his near one, the grieving dove
The only daughter of Taha, her grave, unmarked, unknown from afar
On judgement day will her status be shown, she died alone but on that day to all will she be known
The lady of light and purity, purified from any sin, defect or impurity
Open the books of history, let your heart feel the immense grief and tragedy

Fatima is of me, whoever harms her, harm me
Whoever harms me, harms the Almighty

By Mohamed Naqi

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