 I wanted to go through the story of the tragedy of Fatma Zahara, but just one specific part of that story, one that breaks all of our hearts. And before I read into it, I want to bring you a man, Ali ibn Abitari, who sits there and ponders what had happened, what would have happened if the Prophet had not told Ali be patient, and he was not handcuffed by his patients, and he could stand there and take revenge on the people who hurt our Lady Fatma Zahara. He stands there and he says, if only, if only I were not handcuffed by the Prophet's words, if only, if only patients did not become my biggest enemy, if only I was battling Marhab with the Prophet watching me, if only I were not in chains with my burning house taunting me, if only revelation descended like it once did to my house, if only evillation were not so burdensome and weighty, if only not so many trials came with being named Ali, I faced ten thousand at Hunayn, but I wish I wouldn't face today, if only Allah wanted me to be the Ali of Badr only, where I'd tear the battle in two, killing half of them easily, if only the house of Allah had kept me within its axis, no axis would break it open before my mother it gave way, but here we are, Muhammad is gone and Islam had begun, I cradle Islam like a child in its infancy, the Prophet's anger is fueled and I see his grave shaking and I become the shattering door of Muhammad's shaking city, if only my great Lord revealed the second Surat al-Tawbah and told me kill them, wherever you find them the men of idolatry, I'd become a lion again in battle only without Ahmed meaning it would be war, but without Allah's mercy, if only my Dhulfiqar came alive and said Bismillah and the same way men feast, I would feast on my enemy, the enemy in me, I'd defeat as I feast on their flesh defending Zahra and oneness of Allah and belief in Allah, the same thing really, I'd become a dragon and Arabia would be in awe and take back my kingdom for the orphan, the poor and needy, I'd become a lion defending its women and its pride, except its women with the planets of the sky, I'd leave my house to the sound of those who I've killed, cheering my name, I'd leave my house to the sound of those who I've killed, cheering my name, I'd unsheath my sword and hear Allah himself cry, I'd come back bathed in their blood with not a cut on my body and that's the only time anything negus would ever touch me, if only men were good and loved Allah and loved beauty and wanted goodness for this world and not tragedy after tragedy, if only men did not want to see orphans cry and widows lonely, I did not want the caliphate but I did want to kill poverty, I do not want power but I want to see all men fed, I do not want a throne, I want a mountain of bread I can give away, I am the justice of Allah manifested on this earth, it's because of me that the planets rotate and worship divinity, I am the secret of this world and its secrets, they sleep in my chest, Jibrail descends and has meetings with me daily, what overflows in me, sprinkles within other men if only men understood and did not throw their heaven away, if only my house was not set alight with Zahra behind the door, if only my house was not set alight with Zahra behind the door, if only she did not push the door, if only he did not push the door and break the rib of my lady, if only she did not cry out and instead she cried out, if only Mohsen did not need to ask for what sin was I guilty, if only my children did not have to watch their mother in pain, if only they did not have to see her cheek slap so tragically, if only they did not know what it feels like to be orphaned, if only they did not grow and a house so dark and lonely but I can't keep saying if only and I can't keep thinking what if, I can't keep saying if only and I can't keep thinking what if men shouldn't dwell on things that might have happened in different ways, knowing Allah is watching is the only way I can march on, if I can lift the door of Haibar then I can get through this surely so I uncradle myself and I get up from the corner, I uncradle myself and I get up from the corner, I was there because I had felt my wife's rib and washing her body, I was there because I had felt my wife's rib and washing her body, I wipe my tears and I carry on with a broken heart feeling just like broken bone and I wait for Fatima to be avenged by my grandson the Mehdi and I wait for Fatima to be avenged by my grandson the Mehdi.