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A Muslim’s heart is like a flower Where there is always room For every lovely seed from God Comes to perfect bloom A Muslim’s heart is like a Mosque A room of peace and Love Where Angels make their presence felt With ideas from above A Muslim’s heart is like a fort Of mighty rugged stone Where sayings kept of Mirza dear Rest upon its throne A Muslim’s heart is like a star Reflecting light from God Shining brightly in the night On pathways deeply trod A Muslim’s heart is broken still So God can build anew A pathway closer to himself Of purity and truth A Muslim’s Heart beats larger When love is given free Without condition or distrust Our Hearts light up with glee

THE FLOWER FROM HEAVEN... I'm the Flower from Heaven, I'm Fatimah, I'm the only daughter of Ahmed, Rasoolullah, I was sent as a Human Houri to teach the world, But after my father I saw your hypocrisy unfold... You came to my home and burnt my door, You hit me with a whip making me sore, You broke and crushed all my fingers, I can't use the Tasbeeh the pain still lingers... You clawed at me like a reckless lion, You pierced at me with a burning iron, You slapped my face and beat me up, You caused my tears and blood to drop... You pushed me down to the floor, You threw over me the burning door, You walked over the door with me beneath, I couldn't call out, or scream, or even breathe... You heard the cracking of my ribs that crushed, Then towards my Master 'Aly your men rushed, By trampling over the door like you ordered, My baby Mohsin you ruthlessly murdered... Then you decided to usurp Fadak, my land, Because your own you didn't want to spend, You took over the caliphate from 'Aly by force, But didn't want to run the kingdom by what was yours... So I came to the court, Masjid-un Nabawi for my right, In my father's mosque you put up against me a fight, You demanded witnesses, of whom all you rejected, You made me stand, then sent me away dejected... Among my witnesses I presented to you a note, It was the Hadiyah under which my father wrote, To you I reward the land of Fadak, O' Fatimah, The land and all its turnover is yours, O' Ma'suumah... The Prophet Muhammad's writing you recognized, But by witnessing the truth you got agonised, So you spat numerously on your own Prophet's letter, You tore it, and tossed it away like useless matter... Then I bent and picked up the letter's tiny pieces, While this Flower crushed into a million pieces, That day I saw the unmistakable evil in your eyes, By the four plus hours at your ruthless court, I realise... I realise that you don't care that I'm the lofty Fatimah, I realise your hypocrisy when you recited the Kalemah, Thus you snatched the Caliphate off my Husband 'Aly, And dragged him in chains to pay allegiance to thee... I went from house to house reminding of Ghadeer, I announced how you made 'Aly, my Waliyy 'Aseer, I reminded people of the Successor after Rasoolullah, I reminded them of the call of "Mann kuntun Mawlaa..." I reminded you Abubakr and 'Umar of your Ghadeer declarations, And you said "Bakkhin Bakkhin Ya' Aly" as your felicitations, But as soon as Muhammad, my Father, the Prophet, was martyred, You left his body unattended and Saqiifai leadership you acquired... You bent my back with the evil of your merciless actions, Yet when I wept over my plight people sensed distractions, So I went to Bayt-ul Huzn in the outskirts to weep, But you even destroyed that haven from me to keep... So let me remind you that I'm your Prophet's daughter, No matter the enmity with me you wish to foster, I remind you that 'Aly and I are the specified "Qurba," And your sustenance comes from us, Masters of "Hal-Ataa" You were Idolaters like your fathers and forefathers, You all were slaves of my beloved father and forefathers, In your veins flows the blood worse than of "Sijjeen," While we are the attribute and embodiment of 'illiyeen... I am Fatimah, the "Laylatutul Qadrin Laylah," I am the "Khayr Al Waraa wal Bariyyah," I am the "Kawthar" and Bahr in "Marajal Bahrayn," I am the "Ahl" specified in "Hadeeth-e Thaqalayn..." Although you choose to forget I shall remind you lot, Ameeril Mu'mineen is my husband 'Aly, so you're not, Umm-ul Mu'mineen is my mother Khadijah Al-Kubraa, And not the Camel rider whom you deem RadhiAllah... You are the shallow and shallowness is from you, You are the evil and evilness originates from you, You are 'the curse' and 'the curse' defines you, You are accursed and all curse has been created for you... You are the fuel feeding the wanton fire of Hell, There in you shall lie, die, suffer, regret and dwell, For you ignored our status in the eyes of Allaah, And you went against your promises to Rasoolullah... Don't you remember that the Prophet said I am of his part, Yet you hurt me, tortured me and tore my insides apart, You caused my hair to turn white and use an 'Asaa, At the age of 'Aly Al-Akbar I turned into a Za'eefa... Yes I'm the Flower from Heaven, I'm Fatimatuz Zahraa Binti Rasoolullah, Yet I Suffered and am still suffering because of some Sahabah wa Ummah, Who destroyed and snatched away from me everything that is dear, The atrocities that 'Fatimeh' narrates and you painstakingly hear, So beat your chests as in Waiting does my Mahdy, Baqiyyatullah, For I'm the Crushed Flower from Heaven, I'm Fatimatuz Zahraa... Poet: Fatimeh © https://youtu.be/u_Akz_bDYu4 THE FLOWER FROM HEAVEN A tribute to the Sayyidah Fatimah Al-Zahraa ASWS narrating the atrocities she faced... أَعْظَمَ ٱللَّهُ اُجُورَنَا وَ اُجُورَكُم بِمُصَابِنَا بِٱلْسَيّـدَة فَاطـمَةُ الزَهْرَاء عَلَيْها ٱلسَّلاَمُ لعنت الله على الظالمين اللهم عجل لوليك الفرج الشريف عليهم السلام PLS SUBSCRIBE, WATCH & SHARE TO BE THE CAUSE OF SOMEONES TEARS TO PLEASE THE AHLULBAYT (ASWS) & COOL THEIR HEARTS. Mohtaaj e Dua'a please - Courtesy of The Fatimiyyeh Foundation © Infinite curse be upon: All Ummayyad & Abbasid [Edited Out]s and their [Edited Out] supporters who usurped the rights of the Ahl Al Bayt and Caused them immense grief. Mohtaaj e Dua'a please