 I'd like to begin by reciting about one of the harshest realities that we all have to face in our lifetimes and I'm sure reality that we have lived through and will experience as well via our family members and people that we know which is the reality of death and the moments that we are lowered into the grave and seek the intercession of the beloved Ahlul Bayt, alayhi s-salam, including our lady Fatimid Zahra, alayhi s-salam. For what salvation does man have when he stands in the hereafter if he does not receive a glance from Fatimid Zahra? When I'm lowered into my grave and all my loved ones disappear, the sins that once brought me pleasure now they bring me only despair. I can feel the ground tighten whilst my lungs feel the lack of air. I see not there's only darkness, only the void and gripping fear. How can I ever save myself from Munkar and from Nikir? How can I ever save myself from Munkar and from Nikir when I couldn't even restrain myself when Shaytan whispered in my ear, dead in dead silence only the moving of the earth I can hear. I hope in Allah's mercy, but I feel that his justice is near. How weighty were my sins that they may tip my scale of deeds. I cry out in fear in my grave and yet not a single soul heeds. No friends, no family, no children to rescue me in my time of need. Even the joy that was once air I can no longer enjoy to breathe. Every day, hour and second lived are rows that to my grave lead. The only thing left worth counting are the prayers upon my prayer beads. What hope is there for me who with his actions hadn't believed? What hope is there for me if my beloved does not intercede? O Allah protect me from that first night I spend in the grave. How apt is it that the master is feared so much by his slave? Save me from the day I watch all those who I once knew in life leave and I am left shrouded and alone as a single human heartbeat I crave. And the darkness is suffocating with not an ounce of air saved and the fear is so overwhelming that no man can pretend that he's brave and you wonder on who you've upset, who forgot and who forgave Nothing can save you now, save your deeds and what little you gave. When the width of the grave is tight, it's narrowness causing me pain and I can feel the crushing of the earth and I'm begging it to show restraint and I can see small creatures moving seeking the blood in my bloodless veins and munkar and nakir appear but I can't get my tongue to explain what fuge do I have? What sort of salvation can I attain? How I earn just one more day of life so that good deeds I can obtain What slope will ever be steeper? What hope is there that remains if in the grave I am not rescued by my beloved Hussain? What slope will ever be steeper? What hope is there that remains if in the grave I am not rescued by my beloved Hussain and though my tongue refuses to move from my soul I'll plead dearly the same way I visited your grave in my grave please visit me here crushed by the dust how I missed the scent of Karbalazda so terribly for when this world crushed me in life it was in your shrine that I found relief and when you come don't come alone bring Abbas and his chivalry so I cried out to your Abu Fadil and not be saved immediately together soothe my soul and ease the inflection on my body for indeed Allah is merciful and indeed you are that mercy and on the day of judgment when mankind is in fear and shaken and my scale does not tip to good deeds but instead to evil and sin I'll call out to the king of Najaf I'll call out to the king of Najaf like a father is called by his orphan for I know that between his two hands rests both hell and heaven I'll bow my head in shame for I am not among his best of men but I hope that his love for me is as great as my love for him I hope that his love for me is as great as my love for him for I prostrated to the Kaaba knowing that he was born within that Muhammad is Ali and Ali is him no doubt and no question in every moment of strife a man calls out for his mother and on this journey of death I'll yearn the rescue of Fatima for it is she that is heaven and heaven can be no other and the pleasure of Fatima is indeed Allah's pleasure I hope that she notices me I hope that she notices me because I have no worth without her and if she turns away from me no hell would be a greater torture for every man yearns something and every heart chases its desire and I pray that I yearn no more than a glance from Fatima to Zahra it may be that we have good deeds but our sins are abundant and to the façade that is this world we have no detachment the flesh of brothers in our teeth makes our good deeds redundant and for those who forsake their prayer is no salvation only torment there is no hope for us sinners on the day of judgment which is why at the door of Fatima we bow down as servants because if the queen of women notices us even for just a moment then perhaps on judgment day we can say we were triumphant then perhaps on judgment day we can say we were triumphant Fulham al-Salli'ala Muhammad wa al-Ali Muhammad