#sayeda fatima

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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My master Hussain has taught me what death ought to be Let them rip me apart even if my family must see His head was taken so who am I to die with it intact? I’ll lose it in my love for Hussain if my killer fails to act

O he who seeks to kill me, to be killed I am also hoping My life and death both lead to victory, so stop running The blood that is spilled won’t be ordinary, you miscalculate My lands still stand because of the blood that irrigate

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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Martyrdom is freedom whichever way death reaches me Even through torture because then my blood leaves happy Then, even my cold body will congratulate my soul “O soul at peace! Return to your Lord!” (89:27-28)

Near Him I will be provided for and nothing else can equate For it is only a death if I fail to meet Him in a pure state Whatever I achieve, it is by my Lord’s grace and generosity Know the path to martyrdom is open to everybody

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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My mother was oppressed and slapped Martyred and saddened in Haidar’s lap Who am I to die without a scratch? How will I face her with my head attached?

At last, I know what that young Qassem meant “Martyrdom is sweeter to me than honey” he said The blood in my veins have a sweet craving Nothing less than martyrdom will be satisfying

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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Why would you mourn me if Zahraa is pleased? Be happy if she is happy, by my death her pain is eased Why would you be upset if my body does not return? Don’t you know that like Fatima for anonymity I yearn?

I don’t care for Heaven, I just want Zahraa’s welcome Her heart and body broke, and her salve is my martyrdom For her sake I will take my final breath if my Lord accepts me If He does-know that it is was not due to my deeds but His Mercy

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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Don’t let my death sadden you but let it be a hope If a sinner like me was chosen, then don’t give up Allah expands the road to Him for the seeker So be thirsty and the path will take you faster

In desperation I cry and beg to live and die for Allah I have found what I spent my entire life searching for I’m a student of the school of martyrdom Each martyr is a lesson to be learned from

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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From the eminence of my Imam, I will receive permission For my martyrdom I will beg, and he will gift me an invitation Martyrdom comes in many forms, but I want to be proud The one after severe torture or the one that leaves no shroud

I don’t know which will weigh more on that day My hijab or the blood that is spilled in God’s Name To God I submit my case as I’m desperate for salvation So, I’ll keep begging for martyrdom with conviction

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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At the gates of his holy dome death shall come It won’t be any death, but it will be martyrdom Do you see what I see at Hussain’s shrine? He is waiting just as I am waiting for the right time

I will beg them for what I know I don’t deserve But my hopes for martyrdom Zaynab will preserve She who supported, raised, and mourned the martyrs Will know how to take me as one of their followers

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

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I am not in this for profit although indeed there is no loss For God’s pleasure and Company, I have taken these vows There is nothing greater-I will only serve my Lord By my life and death, it is God Who must be adored

You cannot change me or undue God’s guidance Every morning I renew my promise and allegiance We cannot mourn Imam Hussain if we hesitate We should rush to martyrdom-we’re already late

O Mother don’t cry… don’t cry It is for Allah we live, and we die

Zahra ع said to him: "Master, do you know how long I have wanted you to recite Quran for me?"

Ali ع replied: "What would you like me to recite to you? May I die for you."

Zahra ع said: "Recite Surat Yassin."

Ali ع began reciting: "In the name of God the most gracious the most merciful, Yassin [36:1], I swear by the Quran full of wisdom [36:2]."

Ali ع was reciting and when he reached towards the middle of the Surah, he thought that if the Surah ended, the life of Zahra ع would end too.

O my master, my mother, what I would do To go back and stand there instead of you

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When I wander lost, you guide from your house in Heaven When I lose my hope, you send the fragrance of that Garden To my dry and thirsty heart, you are Heaven’s Kawthar In the scorching sun of trouble, you lend the shade of Tubaa

You looked at my name like you did your children You blessed me with their names beginning with Hassan So what am I to do with myself when I hear you break? Or when I no longer hear the sounds your baby would make

O my master, my mother, what I would do To go back and stand there instead of you

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The time has come and I am already late I’m your servant but the test of time was my fate Your house was attacked and I didn’t defend it I would have circled your home like the fire did

I curse the distance between us when I see fire How did those flames dare to burn your abaya I curse the distance between us when I see a door and wall And if I see a nail too, right then I’ll beg to be struck and fall

O my master, my mother, what I would do To go back and stand there instead of you

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You called me, blessed me, and forgave me-such is my fate The banquet started long ago but I’m only now coming-late Your door was the invitation and the frontline but where was I? I didn’t stand in front of you nor sing your Mohsen a lullaby

Yet still, when to the Heavens you returned you prayed for me Was it that prayer that gave me your name generously? What comfort and distress have you gifted those who love you? O Fatima, for your peace and love, what should I do?

O my master, my mother, what I would do To go back and stand there instead of you

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To be cut into a thousand pieces is sweet if you are pleased To be burned by that fire is soothing if your suffering is eased What have I done to receive your warm embrace? I didn’t come to your holy defense nor take your place

Your name Zahraa is the secret to success in times of trouble So I say “Ya Zahraa” to bring me to your service and struggle When that bright morning comes and the caller will call I’ll go to my Imam answering “Ya Zahraa Ya Zahraa”

O my master, my mother, what I would do To go back and stand there instead of you

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Ya Fatima! Ya Zahraa! Ya Shaheedah! Ya Maqhoora! How I wish I was there for my ribs to be broken in your honor I’m late but here I am begging you to never deprive me of your grace And when our Imam-your son-stands, from you I will ensure my place

Could the Imam ever be lonely if your lovers call upon you? Could he be killed before us if we do what we’re asked to? When Palestine is free, we will say “this is what Ya Zahraa did” But only if we die the death of Fatima, have we truly succeeded

O my master, my mother, what I would do To go back and stand there instead of you