The Earth itself mourns a great loss today
The very skies thunder and rage and weep
Flames worldwide crackle and spit in dismay
At being a part of what caused this day
That left a scar in History so deep
Ya Allah! Ya Allah! Ya Allah!
The fire had played a part in her demise
For it was the tool used to weaken Her door
She was crushed behind it, as the devil tries
To gain access to her home, causing her cries
Oh Fudha! The Nail! My Muhsin’s on the floor!
Ya Zahraa! Ya Zahraa! Ya Zahraa!
The Lion of Allah sat on the chest
Of the tyrant, the devil, who crushed her rib
He clutched Dhul Fiqar with his knee to his breast
Ali’s patience that day, Allah knows best
For the Prophet’s will he could his anger curb
Ya Ali! Ya Ali! Ya Ali!
Ali had refrained from igniting a war
For the sake of keeping peace amongst Muslims
Not to take revenge, to the Prophet he’d swore
Revenge for Zahraa’s spilt blood and gore
Would be taken by the Avenger, for him
Ya Mehdi! Ya Mehdi! Ya Mehdi!
Imam Ali (as), when burying Fatima (sa) said, ‘O Prophet of Allah, peace be upon you from me and from your daughter, who is joining you and who has hastened to meet you. O Prophet of Allah, my patience with [the demise of] your chosen one [your daughter] has been exhausted, and my power of endurance has weakened, except that I have ground for consolation in having endured the great hardship and heart-rending event of your separation. I laid you down in your grave when your last breath had passed [when your head was] between my neck and chest.
Indeed we belong to Allah, and to Him we do intend return.
Now, the trust has been returned and what had been given has been taken back. As to my grief, it knows no bounds, and as to my nights, they will remain sleepless until Allah chooses for me the house in which you are now residing.
Certainly, your daughter would apprise you of the gathering of your community in oppressing her. You ask her in detail and get all the news about the situation. This happened when a long time had not even elapsed [since your demise] and your remembrance had not yet ceased. My salutation be on you both, the salutation of one grief-stricken, not a disgusted or hateful person; for if I go away, it is not because I am weary [of you], and if I stay it is not due to lack of belief in what Allah has promised for the endurers.
Nahjul Balagha, Sermon 202; al-Kulayni, al-Kafi, v. 1, p. 458; al-Tusi, al-‘Amali, v. 1, p. 108; al-'Irbili, Kashf, v. 2, p. 147
Is there a way in which the duration of life could be prolonged? And by which this death will not change things and cause separation. And even though I surely believe in death as a truth, regardless of that I remain to have long hope. I see the problems of life on me a great deal and the owner of these problems even until death is full of problems. And I surely miss the one I truly love, for is there a path I could take to reach my dear one? For every meeting between two loved ones there is separation, and everything apart from separation is trivial. And certainly all my yearning for Fatima after Ahmad is proof that no loved one will last forever. If at a moment life ends, indeed the cries of the mourners is little. That is why even when I sleep on my side in solidarity, I do not feel loneliness, because the fire within my heart due to the separation of my beloved boils.
A poem by Imam Ali (as) after the death of Sayeda Fatima (sa)
و عادت كربلاء من جديد …
فلعنة الله على يزيد …
و لكن الحسين ليس وحيدا …
و زينب لن تسبى من جديد …
أما أنتم يا بني أمية فما أياكم إلا عدد …
و جمعكم إلا بدد …
إن وعد الله حق
و نحن جنود الله
إن هدرت حربنا من جديد …
سنريكم بأسنا في كل ساح …
لن تهدأ زغردة السلاح …
صبراً يا شيعة على ما أصابكم
إن الصبح لقريب …