 يوجد قصة جميلة التي تأخذت في مدينة تفعليبنا بطالب عالي بالسلام ويظهر لك صحيحة جميلة بطالب عالي بالطبع جميع الناس who was alive at the time knew very well that when you needed justice you go toward Ali so there was a situation when two mothers, two women both claimed that they were the mother of a child and no matter how much investigation they did no matter how much they researched no matter who they asked they couldn't figure out who, just who the mother of this child was so they took the woman and the child to Ali they told them the situation they said oh Imam Ali these two women they both claimed to be the mother of this child what should we do Imam Ali said I have the solution bring me my sword why? because what I'm going to do is to hold in two and give one half to each woman as soon as he said that one of the women stood up and she said I was lying I am not the mother that woman is in fact the mother of this child Imam Ali looked to her and he turned toward the congregation and he said this woman who just stood up and said I am not the mother that is the true mother of this child why? because a mother would rather see her child in the hands of someone else than see her child before in your heart this is the greatness of Imam Ali and the reason I mentioned this story is because when we narrate the tragedy of Fatma Tzahra when we narrate everything that happened some people turn around and say how could it be that all this can happen in the house of the one who killed 35 at Badr in the house of the one who stood by himself with just a few people it's the thousands of Hunain how can it be that he can allow this to happen the answer is very simple the same way that a woman would give away her own child rather than see it killed he was happy to give away Islam to the hands of the people in power at the time rather than control it himself because if he was to rise up and fight and defend so it's here and as we know of course the Holy Prophet himself told make sure you have patience after I pass away and it's here that Imam Ali reminisces and wonders what would have happened if only the Prophet had not told in patience if only he was allowed to fight for everything that he lost if only he was allowed to draw his sword and take those who are responsible for this he says if only if only I were not handcuffed by the Prophet's words if only if only patience did not become my biggest enemy if only I was battling marhab with the Prophet watching me if only I were not in chains with my burning house taunting me if only revelation descended like it once did to my house if only not so many trials came with being named Ali I faced 10,000 at Hunayn but wish I couldn't face today if only Allah wanted me to be the Ali of Badr only if only Allah wanted me to be the Ali of Badr only where I'd tear the battle in two killing half of them easily if only the house of Allah have kept me within its axis no axis could break you open before my mother it gave way but here we are Muhammad is gone and Islam has begun I cradle Islam in my hands like a child in infancy the Prophet's anger is fueled and I can see his grave shaken and I become the shuddering door of Muhammad's shaking city and I become the shuddering door of Muhammad's shaking city if only my great lord revealed a second Surat At-Tawbah and told me kill them wherever you find them the men of idolatry I'd be a lion again in battle only without Ahmed meaning it would be war only without Allah's mercy if only my Dhulfiqar came alive and said Bismillah and the same way men feast I would feast on my enemy the enemy in me I'd defeat the enemy in me I'd defeat as I feast on their flesh and belief in Allah the same thing really I'd become a dragon and Arabia would become an ore I'd become a dragon and Arabia would be an ore and take back my kingdom for the orphan, the poor and the needy I'd become a lion I'd become a lion defending its women and its pride except its women with the planets of the sky I'd leave my house cheering my name I would leave my house to the sound of those who I've killed cheering my name I'd unsheath my sword and I'd hear Allah himself cry out Ali I'd come back bathed in their blood with not a cut on my body and that's the only time anything could ever touch me if only men were good and loved Allah and love beauty and wanted goodness for this world and tragedy if only men did not want to see orphans cry in widows lonely I do not want the caliphates but I do want to kill poverty I do not want power but I do want to see all men fed I do not want a throne I want a mountain of bread I can give away I am the justice of Allah manifested on this earth it's because of me that the planets rotate and worship divinity I am the secret of this world and it's secret sleep deep in my chest Jibril descends and he has meetings with me daily what overflows in me sprinkles in all other men if only men understood this and did not throw their heaven away if only my house was not set alight with zahra behind the door if only my house was not set alight with zahra behind the door if only he did not push the door and break the rib of my lady if only she did not cry out ya fil the and instead cried out ya Ali if only mosin did not need to ask for what sin was I guilty if only my children did not have to watch their mother in pain if only they did not have to see her cheeks slapped so tragically if only they did not know what it feels like to be orphaned if only they did not grow in a house so dark and lonely I can't keep saying if only I can't keep thinking what if I can't keep saying if only and I can't keep thinking what if men shouldn't dwell on things that might have happened in different ways knowing that Allah is watching is the only way that I can march on if I can lift the door of khaybar then I can get through this surely so I uncradle myself and I get up from the corner I was there because I had felt my wife's rib when washing her body I wipe my tears and I carry on with a broken heart feeling just like broken bone and wait for Fatima to be avenged by my grandson the Mehdi and I wait for Fatima to be avenged by my grandson the Mehdi صلى الله عليه وسلم