YA ZAHRAA! YA ALI!
He carries her to the grave within his arm she had curled Then stopped as if his feet had come to the end of the world He lowered her like lowering the sun itself unfurled As the earth had slowly swallowed her beauty from his world His arms still feel the warmth… his heart feels the storm His hand feels emptier… death calls for Fatima
Her absence so sharp upon his soul, carving him some more Digging into his being, like the nail behind the door Running out of rooms within his heart to flee anymore When the nail crushed her, remember it crushed Ali more! Crushing his only dreams… silence his loudest screams Ali with no Zahra… death Calls for Fatima