 A poem titled Fatima is here. She came back to see what became of her son, her beloved Hussein. She walked through the night till she found her son's lonely body alone on the ground. She placed her head on his chest, O my Lord, to this grief you attest. She cried the saddest of tears. Her cries all the heavens did hear. Ya Rabb, look what they've done to my son, left his body unwrapped and out in the sun. O my Lord, my heart is now pained, when my eyes see the sight of Hussein. O angels that weep by my side, Hussein, my beloved, has died. His mother now cries on his chest, with shimmer set once and taunted in jest. Ya Ilahi, please help me to breathe. O my Lord, I'm his mother, I can't help but to grieve. I am his mother, and he is my son. O Hussein, my beloved, your mother has come. I am here next to you, O light of my eyes, alone over you on your chest now I cry. My father once told me your fate, but never imagined they harbored such hate. O light of my eyes, O flesh of my flesh, for you do I cry in the death that you met. Your place in the gardens and in them you'll dwell. O light of my eyes, your mother's not well. As I lay on your chest I recall, when it was you on my chest who would fall.