Understand Her

Understand Her

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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(London – 29/01/15)

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