Ali Karrar who killed Marhab
Cries touching her broken rib
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The sun sets and is silent… There is no-one that’s patient
As hearts break for this moment… The one who sees Ali aches
Named Haider by his mother… Killed thirty-five at Badr
And raised the gate of Khaybar… When finding her rib, he shakes
He sits, curled up and crying… The lion of God wailing
And every cry is asking… How can Fatima’s rib break?
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A tragedy he has found… He sheds tears that shake the ground
Every time, they hear a sound… The sound of her rib breaking
Her rib reaches his finger… The thought of it is torture
He cannot bear to touch her… The door he’s remembering
Between the door and the wall… The one from Heaven would fall
And when for help she would call… For Ali she’d be screaming
* * *
At Khaybar Ali would stand… The moon upon Earth would land
He raised the gate with his hand… But he couldn’t touch her rib
The one who never felt fear… Is tortured by every tear
He wishes he wasn’t here… And was still fighting Marhab
Give Ali any battle… Any pain, any trial
Just no rib and no nail… And no Mohsin’s empty crib
* * *
When he holds her and he cries… I see stars fall from the skies
The sun sets and doesn’t rise… Because Ali is in pain
To her grave he carries her… Where he walks, roses wither
Above him the skies shatter… And upon Zahra they rain
Ali lowers her body… But look at this tragedy
When her body he’d bury… He feels her rib again
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(London – 06/04/14)