I am, no matter what they have said… Muslim
I believe in God and Mohammed… Muslim
Even if tears for Zahra I shed… Muslim
* * *
In the oneness of God, my faith, it testifies
And the love of Mohammed beneath my heart lies
The urge to disbelief, my soul, proudly defies
And it won’t change if for Fatima my eye cries
How much we’re told that we disbelieve… Shia
Because in our hardship we believe… Shia
Disbelief comes if Zahra we leave… Muslim
* * *
There exists, on Earth, a heavenly scent each year
It comes when a lover of Zahra sheds a tear
How easily the word ‘disbelief’ is thrown here
When tears are shed for Fatima, angels appear
Indeed with them, we remain content… our tears
We bathe within them when we lament… our tears
Tears that need only the Lord’s consent… Muslim
* * *
How much we are told to stay hushed and be silent
Every year we show that our tears are defiant
Nor are we hushed of her tears or of her torment
Unlike those who from her funeral were absent
Indeed it exists with every cry… patience
But not when tyranny we defy… patience
We are, even if our tears don’t dry… Muslim
* * *
Know that the love of this woman’s universal
It is not only Shia, she inspires all
I ask how can mourning of her be immoral
When from her we take every lesson and moral
It’s her we’re following when we mourn… Zahra
And just like her, her grief we adorn… Zahra
Why not follow her if you were born… Muslim
* * *
I want the world to see the love of Mohammed
It flows in the tears that for his daughter he shed
If Fatima’s from him and she is from Ahmed
Then every tear for her by Mohammed is read
Know that he collects them in his hands… Ahmed
And with those who sheds these tears he stands… Ahmed
He who loves Mohammed understands… Muslim
* * *
Is it a crime that I am showing you a crime?
You’ve taken me out of a faith I see sublime
You say disbelief with her name, time after time
How much disbelief you’ve uttered in your lifetime
Don’t throw it around so casually… this word
Don’t use it against love you envy… this word
If I accept her, I’m already… Muslim
* * *
From my cradle I saw that truth was with Haider
The love of Bani Hashim fed by my mother
When I hear the tale of the door and fire
My heart breaks for the tragedy of Fatima
Only the special call Fatima… mother
She is, if you’re in love with Haider… mother
Only one name for all his lovers… Muslim
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(London – 27/02/13)