lildude
Age: 33
5811 days old here
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A Tribute To Lady Fatima(A.S)
`She smiled softly,
When I entered the room.
"What happened my queen?
Do you have any pain?"
"I can't see you in pains,
I feel so sad at you.
Few days ago all was fine,
What happened within few days?"
"Such a severe hurt oh my God!
Was that man insane, my God!
May Almighty break his hands,
How could he think such act?"
"How could he attack so pure?
Who was a blessing for all.
How could that villain cause
Such pains to such pious soul?"
"How did it happen Mistress?
Tell me how he committed
Such a crime? how could he?
Tell me princess tell me....
"Oh Aun, why do you cry?
He came to me and wanted
My assent to usurp the rule
I abstained from than and..."
"You stay calm my son,
Why do you cry so much?
Stay calm my child,
I know your feeling."
"Princess that's not all,
Tell me what else he did?
How you got such pain?
This hurt how, how?"
"He attacked me with sword
He had in his hand and
Then he burnt my house;
My child don't cry..."
"He then pushed the burnt,
The door over me and,
The door broke my ribs,
Nail in the door pierced."
"Ah! huh! how could he?
He did such an act,
He is the most wicked,
I wouldn't spare him."
"No my son don't do that,
He is dangerous he is,
I am all right son,
Do not worry my son."
"Princess he hurt you and
You say to spare him uh uh!
He hurt my holy princess,
How can I remain silent?"
"Oh Aun God is the witness,
He is the best master,
He will destroy the evils,
He will speak for sufferers."
"God has created time for events,
These people will get punished,
When my noble son will rise,
He will get rid of all these."
"You go and wait for him to come,
You will join him when he'll come,
He will take revenge of all wrong,
The world will be then soothing song."
Saying this she closed her eyes,
Prophet Mohammad's daughter.
The traitors hurt her but,
She remained silent yet.
With those words so deep,
With the message to me,
She closed her eyes deep,
And she smiled softly at me.
lildude
Age: 33
5811 days old here
Total Posts: 1939
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Location:
Toronto, Canada
Remember the days of Karbala,
When the best friends
Of Islam played their part.
Mourn for the days of Karbala,
Tearing a cry from the heart.
The only sound was the whispering wind,
Mixed with the cries of thirst.
Of the friends and family of the
Martyred saint on the eve of martyrdom's first.
As the red sky loomed over that tragic scene,
The soldiers attacked without pity.
In the name of God they offered their lives
And were accepted to the heavenly city.
As the martyrs lay on the bare hot earth,
Reflected in Zainab's (A.S) eyes.
Alone she (A.S) sat, a witness to death,
And no none to hear her cries.
Remember the days of Karbala,
Immortalize them,
Keep them apart.
Mourn for the days of Karbala,
And bleed with a cry from the heart
