 Now we know that When we cry for Imam Hussain alayhi salam when we mourn the tragedy of Karbala Sayyeda Zahra personally comes and collects those tears that we shed for him But today let us show Sayyeda Fatima that we cry for her as well Let us show her that we mourn the tragedy that befell her as well and my brothers and sisters Let us not be ashamed to let our voices be heard when we cry for the house of Muhammad and We know that Imam Hussain alayhi salam had to witness and endure the tragedy of Karbala from start to finish But in narrations it is Imam al-Hussain alayhi salam that had to witness the death of his mother It is Imam Hussain alayhi salam that witnessed the heavy door fall on top of his mother Imagine imagine that picture being painted for you and having to carry that for the rest of your life And this is what this poem is about It's about the ima sahib of Sayyeda Zahra through the eyes of her son Imam al-Hussain alayhi salam And it's as if Imam Hussain is describing the events himself. Please recite Allah's salawat Allah Muhammad wa Ali Muhammad Tell the one That's mourn for her Tell the ones that mourn for her a picture was painted for my a picture Not for Hussain a picture Not for Hussain, but alone. I saw the dying cry as we were Sat safe at home Sat safe at home Allah sat safe at home Who shall believe my mother rose and rushed to the door my mother rose and rushed to the door Risking her life to protect her unborn My mother rose and rushed to the door Risking her life to protect her unborn She then says I am Zahra I am Zahra then I heard them say move away from the door actions with no Took a step back Imam Hussain says help first against the wall most against the wall She fell to the floor. She cried to the last words of Sayyeda Zahra the will of Bibi Fatima He cried to my father Ah Hassan and Al-Hussain Aftah Hassan and Al-Hussain And soon they won't have me to hug when they cry To hug when they cry We saw he has gone Al-Hussain was saying about the grief of his grandfather Washed her body his tears would tap