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O scattered winds take me with you….

O scattered winds take me with you
As you go to visit her grave
Free me from the chains of this world
So I can be that flowers slave
When her grief is poured into day
The burden turns it into night
But when poured into my dark heart
It turns my soul back to light
Love for you, my noble lady
Is love that is most sacred
The cursed and evil ones that hate
Carry the worst of hatred
Even when I hear your praise
Tears come running to my eyes
Did they not know, could they not see,
Did they not hear your painful cries?
No one can ever understand
The pain that ripped you apart
But there are some painful questions
That keep coming in our heart
Through the broken ribs and bruises
Through all the burden of the pain
Where did you find the energy
To shout out your lovers name
As you lay unconscious lady
Drowned in stinging tears and blood
The ground swallowed itself in shame
The sky crashed with a deafening thud
No crime like such had been seen before
The heavens turned black in grief
The sanctity of a house destroyed
Humanity left in disbelief
Existence was fed from this house
Sustenance of sound and light
Love and hope were all given here
From here freedom took its flight
Back to the burnt and broken house
My broken lady stands up in pain
Calling out for someone to help
She calls out beloved Fizza’s name
Where have they taken my master
My lady asks her loyal friend
They dragged him towards the mosque
This should have been the end
But this was no normal lady
This was a warrior of Allah
With one hand on her ribs she walked
Reminding all she is Zahra
A city so quite with roads so tight
With no friends she kept on going
With all her strength with all her might
Too save Islam she kept going.
May I be sacrificed my lady
For that trail of your pure blood
That starts from your holy door
To the mosque, turning sand to mud
Did you have an aid to help you walk?
Did you have a friend to help you?
How did you reach your master lady?
Whose hand came to assist you?
Because history paints a darker picture
No one replied to your question
When asked for those who claim to love
The silent sided with oppression
With broken ribs and bruised arms
You grabbed onto Ali’s (as) cloak
This is where you took your final stand
Where all hope in humanity broke
The enemy struggled to pull him back
But you held onto Wilayat so tight
Even though you were shattered and one
Even though they used all their might
Then the unthinkable happened
The final order was barked out
Defenceless my ageing lady
She was the target marked out
Was the door and nail not enough?
Was a lady’s sanctity not precious?
Had not enough been done that day?
They had been rendered faithless
The order came to strike a blow
That would finish off the struggle
The whip came down, the arms turned blue
The flame blown of this candle
The body lay still on the cold floor
The black covering, covered in dust
Who came to help Fatima that day?
No one came to win her trust.
 
Written by: S. M. A. J.