 You would not meet an early sleep, just so we'd lament and weep. Flowers blossom from your wounds and from your wounds lessens leap. You would not meet an early sleep, just so we'd lament and weep. Flowers blossom from your wounds and from your wounds lessens leap. I came to the mosque yearning, not just with my eyes heavy. My soul wants its charity, lessens it yearns to carry her. Yes, my tears they flow like before, but they aren't in a hurry, because I know that Zahra lives on and she sits in heaven, it's lady. I've cried for so many years, time to make use of these tears. I've cried for so many years, time to make use of these tears before her father's one faith, before her father's one faith burns away and disappears. I heard women were oppressed and were equal half of men. And yet here was a young lady that tore down Caliph's reigning. I heard that a veiled woman was submissive and hidden, and yet she rebelled against a tyrant, demanding what was taken. Men and women are not the same, look how great she became, and me a man worth nothing, unless I'm serving her name. There are lessons to be learnt, hearing of your defiance. The voice whose anger shook stars, prayed first for others' joyance. You were not veiled by cloth, rather you were veiled by patience. On earth the stars guide our roots, when stars look to you for their guidance. Come and see a Muslim lady, her anger makes God angry. Heaven lies beneath their feet, our whole purpose basically. That man did not just break your rib, that man he did not break your rib, instead you had broken his throne. They came begging for forgiveness, knowing that they cannot atone. Every woman that is slapped, that is abused, and alone, has you wiped away their tears, whether or not they have known. Every woman that is slapped, that is abused, and alone, has you wiped away their tears, whether or not they have known. And if strikes his wife, a husband, Fatima, shall break their hand. And on judgment day, if he's shia, with that caliph, he shall stand. Because I don't believe that she died. In fact, if she stood with us, you would see her with all those who those in power would oppress. You'd see her by Rosa Parks refuse her seat on that bus. In fact, maybe she was there and Rosa succeeded thus. I don't believe that she died. In fact, if she stood with us, you'd see her with all those who those in power would oppress. You may see her by Rosa Parks refuse her seat on that bus. In fact, maybe she was there and Rosa succeeded thus. By God, if only they knew of her silent would be few. The lead of all women, they'd stand by her through and through. Truly, we've oppressed Zahra by keeping her within our wars. Truly, we've oppressed Zahra by keeping her within our wars. And yet she stands thanking her Lord whenever a tyrant falls. Women are looking for her. Women are looking for her all over this earth. There are calls, but they have not found her yet. And truly this thought, it appalls. Take Fatima to women. And deep in love they shall fall in. She's the leader of all women, both now to come and have been. She's a piece of the heavens and the earth. I say peace of the heavens and earth be on the Lady of Light, on the flowers that blossom, from cries that turn day into night. Your flag of Zahra is held by your daughter's steady righteous and upright. Why are veils being banned? Because they are a source of might. No veil threatens countries' heads, unless worn by Muslim heads. Because when freedom is worn all over earth, freedom spreads. She sits somewhere here today. She sits somewhere here today and to her I salute and I bow. No doubt when this mosque has closed, to feed someone poor she'd vow. And once she has fed someone poor, she would find tyrants anyhow. This is simply who she is. Oppression, she can't allow. This is the house of Ahmed. They don't sleep until, they don't sleep if poor are unfed. And where there is injustice, you'd find them right at its head. Now, the time has come. Now, that I have found lessons, I find my eyes twitching. Now, that I have found lessons, I find my eyes twitching. Tears are begging me to flow. Her tail they are remembering. They remember that her rib broke whilst Allah's house was burning. And that her child fell from her womb, with blood from her wounds flowing. The Qur'an's chapter kotha left burnt and wounded, with a scar how many women lament her unborn taken from her. The sons of Zahra are known as the men who would strike their chest. Both for her broken rib and for Hussain's chest by the horses pressed. Our revolt is eternal, both internal and professed. It screams out when to our Lord, Mehdi's return we request. All of those who in goodness relied shall stand beside Mehdi's side. All those left hurt by this world, no more will they have to hide. O Zahra, you'd not meet an early sleep. Just so, you would lament and weep. Flowers blossom from your wounds and from your wounds lessen sleep. Flowers blossom from your wounds and from your wounds lessen sleep. And from your wounds lessen sleep.