Oh Fatima, how does the heart breathe, With such sorrow it has to swallow? Oh Zahra, how do the eyes become dry, When the bloody sand is embedded? Oh Bathool, how does the heart beat When behind it, only pain wants to follow? Oh Tahira, how do the lips even attempt to smile, When your son’s lips haven’t seen water in a while? Oh Fatima, Ya Qoorat Ayan-ar RasoolAllah Oh Zahra, the dearest wife of Asadu-Allah, How do we remember you, when the mind is crazed With grief and love for you, of the highest praised!! (Its so hard to put into words the feelings for this noble lady, I start with an idea and my soul gushes with the sentiment, but the words, they dont come! -- no matter how chatty I can be, how many words can leave my mouth and mind in such speed, when it comes to her, my soul is mute with grief..YA ZAHRA!!!)
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 21:26:38 +0000
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