 On the road to Qom, a lady approaches, clutching her stomach and tears flooding her veil. She turns to the people of Qom and asks for respite. She is the daughter of Al Qadim, alayhi salam, the imam who died in chains. She is the sister of our ridder, alayhi salam, the stranger in the land. Her name was Fatima, and yet she was the Zainab of her day, when she witnessed her whole family murdered on the road to Qorasan. The people came to receive her with smiles and with flowers. They gave her a home and a mehrab for her to say her prayers. Poison cut through her stomach, but she still stood for Salah. You would be forgiven for thinking this was Zahra, as her light illuminated that tiny house. Lady of Qom, queen of the seekers, has shrined the haven for her shia on the earth. Her hands the haven for her shia on Judgment Day. Fatima, Masouma, alayhi salam. White Lily of Qom, please pray for us.