sayedafatima

The Outcome

The Outcome

Withered and lost,

Though found by Muhammad,

As protected by God,

As all it was,

Was a real love!

Through prayer was perfection achieved,

With both,

The Prince,

And Princess of Muhammad’s progeny,

Did they earn beauty!

Together,

Their beauty equals to infinity!

Together,

Their beauty equals to infinity!

Fatima and Ali!

Fatima and Ali!

Was their marriage oblivious to the signed papers,

For no contract must be given,

For such a love,

Handed to them through Rasulullah,

Distributed by God.

As it results in over 12 infallible families,

All whom reside in the deep oceans of Muhammad’s heart!

Fatima and Ali’s marriage is the one and only,

Where honesty and fidelity were left meaningless!

For this is due to the fact that,

Their love resides in God’s arms,

Their hearts are intertwined around God’s,

And through their minds, are they taught.

From the house of Muhammad,

Came Fatima!

From the house of God,

Came Ali!

For none are more worthy,

Than Ali is for Fatima,

And Fatima is for Ali!

For none are more worthy.

What couldn’t they handle?

For couldn’t even stop them was a battle!

What could they not create?

For twelve Imams are the proof I show you,

Through every attribute…

For Fatima’s piety and Ali’s humility make Hassan,

Hassan!

For it was Fatima’s determination and Ali’s bravery that made Hussain,

Hussain!

And it was Fatima’s manners and Ali’s prayer that made Zain,

Zain!

It was Fatima’s Father and Ali’s hikma that makes Baqir,

Baqir!

For it was Fatima’s honesty and Ali’s loyalty that made Sadiq,

Sadiq!

And it was Fatima’s patience and Ali’s thankfulness that made Kathim,

Kathim!

It was Fatima’s teachings and Ali’s knowledge that made Ridha,

Ridha!

For it was Fatima’s generosity and Ali’s zeal that made Jawad,

Jawad!

And it was Fatima’s guidance and Ali’s advice that made Hadi,

Hadi!

It was Fatima’s forbearance and Ali’s contemplation that made Askari,

Askari!

For it was Fatima’s importance and Ali’s servility that made Mehdi,

The Mehdi!

Taken to roads deep within,

To lead me forth,

Where lives are changed,

Just through the mention of this holy marriage.

As it was and as it became!

For beauty is withheld in the eyes of Ali!

For beauty is withheld in the eyes of Ali!

For all his eyes have ever seen was Fatima.

Following this road with a flame at its end,

As it began with Muhammad,

And carried through Ali and Fatima,

While re-spawned by the infallible!

Following this road with a flame at its end,

As it began with Muhammad,

And carried through Ali and Fatima,

While re-spawned by the infallible!

Resulting in a chance and opportunity to live the outcome of every infallible!

For such a marriage,

It has resulted in a chance and opportunity to live the outcome of every infallible! 

Unfortunate

Unfortunate

He who is unable to recall the demise of Fatima,

He who is unable to recall the demise of Fatima will never understand any lady,

Nor their own life,

As it is awaits, 

For Fatima recalls your face,

For Fatima recalls your face as others pass by you in regret of your placing.

What other cares so much when them, you have forgotten?

What other cares so much when them, you have forgotten.

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Fatima has the grace of Muhammad within her soul,

So how have you all forgotten?

How have you all forgotten,

The woman whom achieved the station of a daughter, and mother to The Messenger

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To love the prophet,

Yet to forget his daughter,

Is the beginning and end of all tragedies,

The army of misfortune are you leading,

Losing to the harmless,

Fleeing from greatness.

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Fatima,

Does she never forget the followers of Islam,

Though mistreated by most,

Still with her head held high,

Remembering the faces that accompanied Ahlulbayt,

Remembering those who wouldn’t.

For Fatima’s forgiveness stands defiant!

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For even her death,

Was she persistent,

Even when missed,

Was Mohsin.

Even when the last son of Fatima and Ali was miscarried,

Due to walls,

And the door’s opening,

Fatima stood patient.

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Unfortunate is one who cannot recall Fatima,

For claiming to be Muslim,

Though oblivious to Fatima’s importance,

Pollutes the sight of the seeker,

Blinding him from ever reaching the ability to contemplate Fatima’s beauty!

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For how could followers lose the diamond of Islam?

How could the mothers forget The Mother of the infallibles?

Left unfortunate in both worlds,

For forgetting your salvation is difficult,

Though forgetting the warmness of your heart is it made easy,

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Through selfishness are you degraded,

And through selflessness is Fatima now magnified!

Where do you wish to land while continuing on this path?

It leads to nowhere,

It had no beginning,

Just an ego,

Growing!

So are you willing to accept Fatima as The Sayeda Tal-Nisa al-alameen?

Or will you continue down a road without kindness,

For it originated from the woman you wish not to accept,

So tell me,

How does she stay kind to you?

As she does and always will,

With sweet modesty,

And growing yet sour patience.

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Fatima,

The Fountain of Heaven.

Fatima,

The beauty of Ali.

Fatima,

The unforgettable woman,

Yet ego has its role in controlling memory.

For left is he with ego in control,

Unfortunate.

Left is he with ego in control,

Unfortunate.