I’m Your Mother
If this world burdens you… I’ll lighten your burden
If you weep for my rib… then know you’re my children
Heed me… I am Fatima
Heed me… and call me mother
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I’m the sun that burns for your warmth… veiled by darkness of space
My prayer beads are the eight planets… that orbit my very place
I outshine the stars that glisten… they only shine from my grace
When I prostrate to my One Lord… I watch the angels embrace
I… pierce the sky
I… know of I
If beneath a mother… lies the seven Heavens
Judgement Day waits for me… to make its decisions
Know me… my father’s daughter
Heed me… and call me mother
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I’m the daughter of the mercy… that for which mankind was made
My father called me mother and…. found me always at his aid
A mother assists her child… from the day its cradle swayed
I massage the wounds of the heart… that make its heartbeat afraid
Fear… no outcome
Fear… not, I’ll come
If ever my child… is left in doubt or fear
The hands of Fatima… are there to wipe his tear
I’m here… and going nowhere
Heed me… and call me mother
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A mother’s love for her child… flows not in blood, but in bone
She’ll ensure his skin’s fresh even… if changes her own skin tone
Take my veil for comfort child… if ever you feel alone
If you’re poor, I have space for you… in my pupil sits a throne
Wish… and sit still
Wish… I’ll fulfill
If you have no mother… I stand here by your side
If you have one, then know… you have two as your pride
Child… your tears I gather
Heed me… and call me mother
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Mother’s wombs carry their children… you’re in the womb of my soul
Shi’a, before creation I… wrote your names upon God’s scroll
God loves me and knows who I love… so don’t fear, He’s in control
After death I shall intercede… you shan’t smell Hellfire’s coal
Live… walk in peace
Live… piece by piece
Just as your mother’s eyes… watch over you daily
I do not blink unless… I’ve seen my sons happy
My heart… for you would flutter
Heed me… and call me mother
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Child I’ll give you everything… but a child’s ear it heeds
If ever I see my son sin… know Fatima’s heart it bleeds
Your petals and roots know of me… for my hand planted your seeds
Nor do I want children idle… for Fatima’s child leads
Lead… this world’s streams
Lead… chase your dreams
Your dreams are dreams of mine… I’ll pray for them to come
And know when mothers pray… truth all your dreams become
Conquer… and know I’m prouder
Heed me… and call me mother
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A small request from your mother… whose holding her rib broken
And whose cries for her father leave… all Medina awaken
Never forget the lion cub… that from my house was taken
Let your tears flow for my Hussain… for he shall never waken
Weep… for Hussain
Weep… soothe my pain
Hold gatherings for him… and wear black and lament
Whenever you mourn him… know that I am present
Hussain… is your hereafter
Heed me… and call me mother
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(London – 17/01/16)
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