Don’t think only Fatima by the door was taken
Hajar and Maryam and Hawa found their ribs broken
How many women fall… between the door and wall?
* * *
From the house of Fatima they heard a roar
It was as if gold fell and shattered the floor
They ask the house and when they ask its tears pour
“How many women between the wall and door?
What fell, even thunder was embarrassed from its sound
What is worth so much that when it fell it hurt the ground?
What made the Earth’s turn stall… between the door and wall?”
* * *
The greatest women from the holy Quran
Cried out in pain and found their ribs were broken
In tears, holding their ribs, they asked a question
“What happened to the leader of all women?
What fell and what broke, this pain is so unbearable
Were it placed on a mountain we would watch it crumble
Hearts to our mother crawl… between the door and wall”
* * *
I saw Hajar running, looking for water
Suddenly she forget the thirst within her
She felt the pain of the rib of Fatima
As if she’s crushed between Safa and Marwa
She heard the voice of her mother Fatima was hushed
Between two mountains, the mountain of patience was crushed
From her mother she’d call… between the door and wall
* * *
I saw Maryam still pregnant with her son
Hearing the silence of her child within
She cries out as her mother’s worries begin
“O’ Fatima what happened to your Mohsin?
I swear, if you find that your son shall no longer live
Don’t cry O’ Fatima, my Eisa to you I’ll give”
Child, mother and all… between the door and wall
* * *
I saw Hawa with Adam, and they wail
“What happened to the mother of the veil?”
“I know when I felt in my chest a nail
On her tears the ship of salvation set sail
Tell me why the light, from which I took all my shyness
Leaves this world in pain, in wailing and in her distress?
And her killer stands tall… between the door and wall”
* * *
I hear the voices of all women are hushed
When into the house of Fatima they rushed
It wasn’t just Fatima by the door crushed
It wasn’t just her veil by fire brushed
Every lover of our lady Fatima Zahra
Screams out in their pain hearing of the door and fire
Nothing broken was small… between the door and wall
* * *
(London – 30/01/14)