 I want to begin by looking at the tragedy of Fatima Tzahara alaihi salam through the beginning of all her sorrows, which is the departure of her beloved father, Rasulullah, sallallahu alaihi wa alaihi wa sallam. And all the oppression of the Ahlul Bayt began with his passing. And it was there that Ali, alaihi salam, was left to bury him alone. While people conspired for power, he was alone with the body of the greatest man alive. And it is here that I ask and want to look at the Holy Prophet through the willy of Ali and the love of Zahra by saying, who is that holding the Prophet? Who is that holding the Prophet? Are we sure that he is dead? For I see Muhammad being buried by Muhammad. I see Muhammad being buried by Muhammad. Ali, his flesh and bone, the two souls that are one. I don't see death. No. I see a beginning that won't end. There's only one self of Muhammad. All others are pretend. There's only one self of Muhammad. All others are pretend. They thought that they could sway us with the Saqifah they had planned. But we know the truth and we shall hold on to it until time's end. The only truth is Muhammad and succeed him must he. And the only Muhammad after Muhammad is indeed Ali. The truth is theirs to own. They tell me Muhammad is gone and yet I see his flesh and bone holding his body and weeping as if Muhammad is gone. It's as if broken apart into two is a soul that is one. It's as if the heart cries out to the conscious. You've left me here alone. It's as if the flesh is torn from the bone and leaves it to live. It's as if Ahmed gave and gave and gave until he had no more to give. Has Ahmed really gone? It's as if Ali buries, not Muhammad, but buries Ali. It's as if he lowers into the soul his own body. With it he buries his words. O Ali, you are after me. Your successorship buried with him lost to the odds of history. But fear not, O Ali, for none of us have forgotten. Your Shi'a will voice the truth even if remains just one. Because we've not left you alone. We didn't hesitate to board the ark against Saqifah's flood. Our mother's milk ensured that within us not a drop of doubt flows in our blood. Muhammad and Ali are made from light while all of them are made from mud while they all bow down to idols, Ali bowed by his beloved. Allah blessed his face indeed and he gifted him a womb. We call that womb the Kaaba and toward it we make Sujood. Birth Ali did the Lord's throne. Because who else had the fearlessness of Muhammad to stand at Hunayn? One man stood against thousands. Tell me, how can this be explained? Bring me any like Ali and not those who fled Ahud's planes. Ali is not just his brother. Muhammad's blood flows in his veins. Jibrael testifies himself after testifying in one Allah that there is no fatah like Ali and no other successor. The moon to Ahmed's sun. How does Muhammad remain beneath dust hearing Zahra's cries? How does Muhammad remain beneath the dust while hearing Zahra's cries? Her whales they flip the day into night and return souls from their demise. How can Muhammad leave a caliph that Fatima would despise? Does it not suffice that too Ali Fatima turned her eyes? Does it not suffice that too Ali Fatima turned her eyes? They tell me it's impossible that Muhammad chose Ali but possible is the one with whom Zahra died angry from her own father she was torn. Muhammad buried Muhammad and over Muhammad he would pray and from the grave of Muhammad, Muhammad had walked away. How could they strike the head of Muhammad and make his soul sway? How could they strike the head of Muhammad and make his soul sway? This is if they prepared for his grandson on Ashurad day. I ask myself when I see my beloved Hussein behead who is it that killed thirsty? Is that Ali or is that Muhammad? How the hatred has grown for the two souls that are one because I ask again who is that holding the prophet? Are we sure that he is dead? Being buried by Muhammad Ali his flesh and bone the two souls that are one Ali his flesh and bone the two souls that are one