Tears upon tears are shed from my eye
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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