 From behind Ali's door on a night's fatal to a household from heaven a betrayal bruised and broken scarred and beaten this angel and left forever empty Mohsin's cradle. In a state injured she pictures years ahead the flag of her prayer and the tears that it sheds from all her pain and injuries she has fled and to Karbala her unborn child has led. She calls him O Abbas to me your wings spread for your brother needs them now that I am dead to help her saying she is no longer able and left forever empty is Mohsin's cradle. All of life because of her pain has ended. All of life because of her pain has ended from sorrow the sun in its tears has melted trees that once bowed to Mohammed have wilted never has Ali been by such trials been tested by the wings of angels her body is lifted Fatima the gracious to her Lord is gifted embracing her father Fatima is grateful and left forever empty is Mohsin's cradle that Ali without who there would be no moon or sun that Ali who for who fluttered doors that weighed tons the Ali who in Mohammed's arms begun the Ali onto Mohammed's back would run the Ali without the Ali without who worshipped would not be one the Ali without who worshipped would not be one the Ali who never fought but that he won to place to place his hand on his wife's rib unable and left forever empty Mohsin's cradle she stood behind that door with her heart empty she stood behind that door with her heart empty the door of knowledge modesty and piety she thought of her father and his calamity and replied to those that claimed authority this is the house of the greatest purity this is the house of the greatest purity virtue is pulled to us like the earth's gravity forever impure her enemies were labeled and left forever empty was Mohsin's cradle pressed against the wood her heart it would scream pressed against the wood her heart it would scream oh father look they made tears down my face stream since death your face engulfed my every dream and the lights from the face I once kissed still beams mother of her father mercy in her bloodstream to murder this mercy that night was the scheme he kicked her and whipped her like it was playful and left forever empty Mohsin's cradle once Ali heard the whale from his brother's trust and the door had fallen to ashes and dust weeping into the house came of wind a gust and with it grains of sand to her aid rushed attempting to move the door that Fatima crushed but sat shivering inside the father of dust that day a warrior was made disabled and left forever empty was Mohsin's cradle sallallahu ala Muhammad Muhammad