Let me tell you of this nation's mother,
Named as heaven's fragrant flower,
Our existence is all due to her prayers,
This is Zahra!
Her name's been mentioned in history,
Yet never will we truly be able to comprehend the magnanimity of this holy lady,
Or be able to appreciate her astounding legacy,
The Prophet has declared I am a part of her and she is a part of me,
So loving her in Islam is mandatory,
This is Zahra!
And whilst Arab men would burry their daughters and hang their head in shame,
Today Jibrael came from the heavens and proudly exclaimed,
Oh messenger of God,
You're to be granted with Kauther,
A daughter to bring you blessings in abundance,
From her,
Abtar shall be granted 11 sons,
Ahmed cries and prostrates to the Almighty,
This is Zahra
Show me another father like Mustafa,
Who rose as the room she'd enter,
And even whilst being her father,
Proclaimed proudly that she was his mother,
This is Zahra!
And they say Islam doesn't give a woman her respect or honour,
I say show me a faith where she is a blessing for her father,
Zahra is the blessed rose gifted to mankind's saviour,
This is Zahra!
When a woman marries,
She completes her husband's faith,
The heavens rotate as God writes her fate,
Only one could have the privilege to be her soulmate,
Only God's lion is worthy of being the protector of Kauther,
This is Zahra!
As her wedding day was approaching and a beggar came to her door knocking,
She gave away the dress that her father upon her was bestowing,
As this was to God more pleasing,
For others she is sacrificing,
Islam's core values she is reviving.
This is Zahra!
When she becomes a mother,
Under her feet lies heaven's grandeur,
And what grandeur would lie under the soles of such a beautiful soul,
She is the mistress of all heaven's dwellers,
And her sons the princes of heaven's young masters,
This is Zahra!
For those who say that your hijab doesn't matter and in faith it's not a vital pillar,
Let my pen sing the praises of her banner,
Her chador like Abbas's flag still flutters,
On our heads like tiaras given to us by Lady Fatima,
Serving to the world as a constant reminder of the beauty in being covered,
Of upholding your honour and like a pearl protected by the shell of an oyster,
Being moulded like this only makes you stronger,
Unbreakable and untouchable by the world and it's tortures,
For the will of Allah,
Her flag empowers,
Let her hijab always inspire as she is our teacher,
This is Zahra!
And her chador acts as her armour,
Protecting her shadow as the wind blows stronger,
Mountains bow down to her power,
This chador shelters her lovers,
What more can I say about the importance of her veil,
By God, even in describing this,
My pen will fail as this is no ordinary person,
This is Zahra!
When there was no food in the house of Ali,
My mistress raised her hands to the Almighty,
Sent down from heaven food aplenty,
This is the extent of her majesty,
This is Zahra!
Do not mistake her tears for her weakness,
This too is a powerful weapon,
The tears that flows from her eyelash reminds the world of their oppression,
Her tears are an act of defiance to their torture and torment,
These tears can topple mountains,
And fire the spark of revolution,
This is Zahra!
So when you recite her tasbeeh,
Think of what you know about her beauty,
Thank her for making you a lover of Moula Ali
Narar e haidari
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Household of Gold
PoetrySalaam Aleikum to everyone, Peace be upon you all. MashAllah we are now in the blessed months of Rajaab, Shabaan and Ramadhan and these months whilst offering so much spiritual benefit, are also filled with joyous occasions for us to celebrate. So I...
