 I want you to imagine that the world that we're living in does not spin the way it does, but rather it spins in reverse and everything runs backwards, clocks are running backwards and stars are going backwards and everything's going backwards and it's here that we are going to revisit the tragedy of Fatima the Zahra al-Isra only from the end until the beginning The earth starts spinning in reverse and if it's time had heard about the tragedy of Fatima and yet the tragedy of Fatima still hurts when it's told backward I see the moon inch back toward earth and I see stars are moving clockwise I see shooting stars returning everything grows young in this world I see a door burning a light a door where revelation essences I see Ali being dragged back toward the house he's captured I watch men on the floor they're thrown up and they land in Ali's hands it's as if he's imploded and he's dragged their bodies inward I see a tyrant on the floor and Ali grabs his collar he pulls them up by his neck angered like his lord is angered the men drag him back inside and pull his children to his side their tears roll up into their eyes their eyes soften less flustered Ali is dragged back to his prayer mat turns to his faith with God is met he is turned to his face with God is met his hands by his side and he's lost in his prayer as if only Allah mattered there are strange men in the house there are strange men in the house but they edge back toward the doors I feel my heart break though as there's one door they move toward and it's there I see the unbreakable woman broken on the floor her black gown red with her blood she's holding her rib as if it's fractured Muhammad's daughter by the door turns holding her womb in pain an unspeakable tragedy narrated here in spoken word I see a young child's soul returned toward the purest womb I see a young child's soul returned toward the purest womb and wonder how just I wonder just how an unborn from this world departed the men run backwards to the door the men they run backwards to the door but one turns toward her and I watch his feet and I watch his foot meet with her womb and her unborn son is unmarted he runs backwards through the door he runs backwards through the door the lady of light seems to bleed no more the heart staggers to her feet the heart staggers to her feet her back against the wall and her ribs shattered the door was half way open half way by air, half way by force I see the door swing back and behind it I see Fatima's crushed he's crushed the wife of Khaybra's door's crusher behind that wooden door from the voice of the walking Quran the words flip the yaaah he heard the door is against her he's behind it crushing her against the door I watch saliva flow up his chin into its mouth it is pulled a nail has stabbed her side it's inside her side her inside torn a thorn in a rose that even soil to disappoint is scared he pulls the door back and Fatima Zahra is pulled with it he pulls the door back and Fatima Zahra is pulled with it the nail pulls out of her side and her rib is unfractured the door is slam shut and she's thrown with it the door is slam shut and she's thrown with it stood behind it defiant to the fire from which it came smoke is pulled back to ward the daaah to ward the door and downward fire retracts unnaturally like a man becoming a baby it runs back to his flaming torch it runs back to his flaming torch it's rage calmed is it calmly flickered Fatima stands defiant but I hear him cry out what so? more words sound like gibberish but inside is Fatima but I hear those words I hear banging on the door but it sounds obscure like it's played backwards something terrible is about to happen and the heavens themselves have shuddered all that shouting it becomes silence Fatima moves back toward the den Ali's hands move towards his ears wakbar Allah are his exact words Zahra's hands are in daaah I can't understand what language she's speaking she lowers her hands but I know that before she even raised them her daaah was answered she looks to Ali she looks to her children I watched the night flip back in today she doesn't look at me but she knows that I'm there and I lower my head I can't make sense of time anymore I can't make sense of time anymore I ask her, oh my lady what did you pray for she looks at me and she says my child I prayed for time to move forward my child I prayed for time to move forward Peace be upon you all I pray for Muhammad and Ali Muhammad