Whilst we know God from the perfect fourteen
Thirteen of them had known Him from this Queen
The proofs of God on mankind… God’s proof in her they would find
Thirteen of them had known Him from this Queen
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All fourteen… Of God’s greatest, perfect, impeccable household
Have all seen… The oneness of God and of this God we were told
But thirteen… Of these fourteen whose knowledge in God is untold
Know a Queen… For whom created was every Heaven and world
For man they’re the proof of their Creator
For them His proof is Fatima Zahra
Of her there’s no other kind… God’s proof in her they would find
Thirteen of them had known Him from this Queen
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The fires… That lit her house when Zahra would deny tyrants
Inspires… Future tragedies for which Fatima laments
Empires… See threat in her children and their Godly intents
She tires… Seeing poisoned men, crushed bodies and burning tents
How much she saw in the push of a door
No wonder for her wonders were made for
The door had fourteen behind… God’s proof in her they would find
Thirteen of them had known Him from this Queen
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Her father… Yearns to resurrect once for every tear she’s shed
And other… Muhammad’s yearn earlier birth for blood she’s bled
They gather… Thirteen, but the first and last are all Muhammad
She’d wither… And they’d be there for her wailing on her deathbed
How much she had mourned Muhammad’s last breath
How many Muhammads have mourned her death?
From crying they’re almost blind… God’s proof in her they would find
Thirteen of them had known Him from this Queen
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In lights dim… In Fatima’s House of Sorrow I see hidden
Al-Kadhim… Making a house of sorrow out of his prison
Beside him… He sees his mother wailing from a rib broken
I fathom… That she also sees him, that’s why she’s heartbroken
Maybe she had built the House of Sorrow
To mourn the prison that burnt his shadow
Her shadow to his she’d bind… God’s proof in her they would find
Thirteen of them had known Him from this Queen
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How many… Of the thirteen wish they were with her on that day?
As Ali… Watching his house burn would also watch his world sway
Tragedy… From that day of days cannot be taken away
But he’d see… Her head slapped and recall he’d be struck when he’d pray
He’d yearn that fatal strike upon his head
One thousand times but not her head instead
Two tragedies were aligned… God’s proof in her they would find
Thirteen of them had known Him from this Queen
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What a sound… The Angels heard when they heard Fatima’s rib break
And the ground… Holding her fallen body from sorrow would shake
She is bound… To many more broken ribs and this makes her ache
Horses pound… The body of Hussain, in her heart an earthquake
The rib of Fatima knows it’s the first
It mourns the ribs of the one killed in thirst
The ribs of Hussain remind… God’s proof in her they would find
Thirteen of them had known Him from this Queen
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She’s buried… But in the depths of the night and no-one knows where
She’d still bleed… Until her grandson to take revenge would appear
Embodied… Is her graves absence by you who would disappear
Her cries heed… O’ Master and they break your ribs year after year
Her eyes yearn the rise of our twelfth Imam
The flag of his mother raised in his palm
Their sorrows are intertwined… God’s proof in her they would find
Thirteen of them had known Him from this Queen
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(London – 21/01/15)