 أفلح من صلى الله عليه وسلم محمد والعمل مع محمد I once saw a shadow walk towards the sun shrouding it like a protective mother Or was it in a clip of a loving daughter We all looked up as if we knew her yet her name was not spoken I looked to her feet and beneath them the moon sat proud and swollen حتى she walked between the cracks of the universe Yet she was not broken Stars clung to her cloak Bees around the beacon I blinked Who is she? Could I be mistaken? It was as if beauty itself Was a reincarnation of her And the whole world was a reflective curtainJust like how words dissolved package time man mentioned her name in wordingNo paper could find a pen to shoulder the burdenJust like her father could not find a celestial body to match her shinningExcept for that one man who would equally tie her pens from writingAnd there المساعدة المساعدة أنها لا يخالف ونشتجف يتطلق بحرث إنه يتساعد باستخدام ونجمع إنه مجددا مهما أردت في إردائه من أسادة زميحه ونضحك عندما أرد أقف حراكا ما قلت لك now او علي ما قلت لك now او علي ما قلت لك now او علي هل انت او my absence هل انت او my absence جانبت بأن my presence يمكنك التنظيم معا مع الدائيين لقد جمعتهم حتى او يتذكرون انهم فقط مرتبط من الفلور يظهرون قبل ما قلت لك now او علي هل أتذكر باقن محسن رب or the sun I fail to give if it's the rib that hurts you now know that many more ribs will be broken on desert plains, a chest will be trampled on and left for days and the journey back the rust of my nails nothing compared to the rust of the chains the fire of the door is nothing compared to the fire of the tents what hurts you now Ali if it's محسن that hurts you know that his death is a consolation would you not rather he falls on the edge of a nail or would you prefer his sister to walk beside his head on the end of a spear would you rather he be crushed silently side by side with my heart or have his cries ruptured by an arrow's flight a sacrifice dove in his father's lonely hands if it's محسن that still hurts you know that you have been gifted with four others in the depth of darkness you'll find one dressed as the moon that is heaven's gift to you from the first arrow struck from the first hand lost to the depth of his final breath his lips drenched his pride crushed he will be left like an angel with his wings tattered and torn a martyr is beautiful as the day he was born make sure you treasure his hands just like I treasure the throat of حسين place one in each chamber of your heart like shrines visit them back and forth the arteries and veins of this house will be عباس in حسين and the heart that connects them both will be زي نب بينو الحرمين what hurts you now Ali the voice went on and on and on but nothing she would say would alleviate this man's pain soon he was no longer arch but flat with the ground until we heard no voice we just saw a shadow stand above this man and above her skies darkened melted and peeled as if they were her signature unveiled beneath her all was now still we were pieces of literature a book that she would read names upon names and stories revealed who wish she she counts her loved ones like prayer beads between her fingers who wish she who wish she the ones chosen by her passed through crying thank you فاطمة وأفل حمن صلى على محمد وقالي محمد