 My heart has broken into pieces Where does each piece reside? Will I a peaceful moment Before my soul flams in I am Zainab One segment lives in my home Drowning in sorrow and grief It recalls and the loss of an unborn But that peace feels as my mother said O Zainab, a segment lives in the city Where a king lays with prophets straight Head and days of poisoning One father too But that peace feels peace As my father, masha'Allah A segment lives in the regurgitation O Zainab, cannot be shared But that peace feels peace As my brother Zainab One more time A segment lives in the tomb Which housed my own two sons The first words of two young innocent But that peace feels my two sons say Segment lives next to that On the hot bloodstained sand It recalls the kiss upon the neck Which I cannot describe With twelve pieces Feels peace when my brother One segment lives in the tomb Recalls the sleep that's never stopped On seeing that heavy visits But that peace feels peace When my dear niece said O auntie