O Father of Zahra it’s time for you to die

You were the light on which

the world used to rely..

after you my soul will endlessly

mourn and sigh..

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Next to her father’s head she stayed,

Fatima the prophet’s precious part..

When the first of her calamities was layed

In her 18th years old heart..

To her lord many tears she prayed,

Her pure soul was about to depart..

Until her attention to the door was paid,

And here where the tragidies start..

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“Who is it….!?!”

“A stranger..

asking for permission

to see Allah’s massenger..!”

She replied with a voice choked with pain:

“Oh visitor, to my lord I will complain

the prophet is now busy with

his illness and pain”

The visitor went and after a while

came back again:

“A stranger.. A stranger

Oh house hold of the prophet

Do you not allow me to enter?”

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The prophet opened his eyes to reveal

Zahra’s wonder:

“O dughter,

Do you know who that stranger is?”

He is the destroyer of all pleasures,

He is the divider of all groups,

This is the angel of death!

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