Understand her, understand her… were it not for her Creator
There would be no religion
No Muhammad and no Haider… would exist were it not for her
There would be no religion
This is Fatima Zahra… this is Fatima Zahra
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Muhammad says, watching the planets rotate… they’d not be… were not me
And my city would not be without its gate… no Ali… I’d not be
Yet without space, what can sun and moon create?… they’d falter… and shatter
Space is a veil for a woman prostrate… Fatima… my mother
Her prostration, her prostration… is truly worth all creation
What a divine prostration
From her tears were born a nation… with Heaven their destination
There would be no religion
* * *
The stardust that was born with creation’s birth… in her veil… it wails
And the crust that was once used to birth the Earth… her prayer beads… hold its seeds
The head of Judgement Day bows when she comes forth… heads lower… she’d tower
If her sons are Heaven’s Masters, what’s her worth… her shadow… doesn’t know
None were worth her, none were worth her… but he who splits the hereafter
He who splits Hell and Heaven
It’s enough to say her husband… had we not obeyed his command
There would be no religion
* * *
On the souls of women God made her a Queen… and Sheeba… envies her
The mother of Jesus herself has not seen… such a sight… bathed in light
If the Queen of women of worlds she’d not been… understand… Heaven’s hand
The Lord would make it that there would be no men… and she’d rule… Jinn and all
There’d not be men, there’d not be men… and she’d rule both Earth and Heaven
Commanding Earth’s rotation
Does it matter? She’s a ruler… if we don’t take her a teacher
There would be no religion
* * *
When Muhammad would miss the Heavens’ scent… he would smell… her veil
For this world Fatima’s veil was not meant… it hushes… Earth’s roses
Would verse thirty-three by the Lord have been sent… were she naught… I think not
I think the Satan’s knots are left withered and bent… where she walks… Heaven stalks
Whites of her eyes, whites of her eyes… are plains of Heaven where truth lies
No plains for her are hidden
Lifeless idols shriek in despair… when she prays, and were not her prayer
There would be no religion
* * *
Veiled like a pearl’s veiled by an ocean… and her seas… no man sees
And veiled are her true lovers and children… yesterday… and today
If you love her then to her veil listen… her costumes… speak volumes
What you value most is always left hidden… soothe her rib… wear hijab
She adores you, she adores you… and she knows your worth and value
Hold your beauty deep within
She did not die for your wails… understand that without veils
There would be no religion
* * *
Peace be upon the one who has her anger… as the sword… of her Lord
If approaches her the hand of a stranger… God’s throne shakes… their hand breaks
The sword of Muhammad unsheathes if danger… knocks a roar… at her door
His tomb shakes if his daughter two hands injure… it curses… their lineage
Ahmed’s tomb shakes, Ahmed’s tomb shakes… when fire at her door he makes
Even runs in fear Satan
There’s no worth of the lineage… that harms she who without her age
There would be no religion
* * *
The women of God stand guard at her door… both Hajar… and Sara
And from the eyes of Maryam tears of blood pour… when fire… would flicker
The fumes and ash burn the sea of mercy’s shore… and Maryam… curses them
She who is adored by Heavens on the floor… this candle… they’d trample
I hear a sound, I hear a sound… when the womb of Zahra they pound
The wail of her children
The rib breaks and Heavens shatter… if the throne of God would falter
There would be no religion
* * *
The universe lies idle on her bed… two moons weep… as she sleeps
Moons of the sparkle of eyes of Muhammad… by Hassan… screams Hussain
The sun by whose gravity these moons are led… the lion… who’d not run
Ali who bathed in tears eyes of Marhab shed… he shrivels… and wails
Who was this light, who was this light… that made Haider yearn his own plight
To what stars does she glisten?
Veiled in life, shrouded in death… Ali wishes with her last breath
There would be no religion
* * *
(London – 29/01/15)