 I saw stars would circle, her defiant veil, whilst her foes would fail, Zahra would prevail. There is a story that's hidden in history's secrets. So few tongues would tell it, that its tastes, words forget. It's what happened to the daughter of the best of all men, who passed away broken, denied paper, and pen. In a shadow stood a shadow, fearless, not hesitant, hidden yet defiant, oppressed against tyrants. Wanting her veil oppressed, these tyrants she addressed, her words on them hail, Zahra would prevail. There she stood, a woman against men known for their power, yet on them she towered from iron, this flower. Her veil that covered her body, draped her face, and her face was covered in black. Her veil that covered her body, draped her from head to toe, armoured against her foe. He shook when she said no, no to the rain that was Ali's, usurped by tinnary. Whilst air her veils carry beneath them is Ali, beneath the veil that breathed Ali with a sword sheathed. Then her veil's sail, Zahra would prevail. Glory be to the Lord that gave her tears such weight and might. Her cries for Ahmed's plight had slipped day into night. God knows what lamenting took place in her house of sorrow, mourn her with her shadow, weep with her tomorrow. Her tears made a mountain on which against them she would stand. And tell them, understand Ali won't give his hand, allegiance we won't pay. Be it us your swords slay her words, none could jail Zahra would prevail. Bismillah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem. Fadm Zahra alaihi salam holds a special place in the hearts of the believers, and the mere mention of her name softens you. You stop and ponder over her tragedy a young 18 year old woman who has just become an orphan and yet she is mercilessly attacked and beaten within her own home. A place where she is supposed to be safe and she is attacked by the very people that her father the Holy Prophet commanded to protect and honour her. It astounds me that the Ummah that surrounded the Prophet and saw the light of revelation come down so quickly turned their backs on the commands of Allah. Because truly love and reverence towards Lady Fatima alaihi salam is obligatory just as Salah, Zakat and Ramadhan are obligatory for us. Allah SWT says in the ayah al-Muaddah, Say, O Muhammad, I do not ask of any reward except love for my near ones. And who was more loved to the Prophet than his dear daughter Fatima alaihi salam? But is it enough just to say I love Fatima alaihi salam and may my life be sacrificed for her? Is it enough to say this and yet our actions contradict what we were saying on our tongues? Probably one of the most important lessons we can learn from Sayyid al-Fatima alaihi salam is honouring our own women, our own sisters. Because many of us seem to forget the hardships our sisters go through. Not only do they face Islamophobia in the West on a daily basis but often they feel neglected by their own communities. They're not given the opportunities that the brothers are given to gain knowledge and become teachers of the religion. They don't have access to the scholars and the people that can help them with their difficulties. And when they do speak out about their difficulties, whether it is, for example, the way they are being oppressed, or they have doubts in their faith, they're ignored or even judged and scorned. This is a shame, my brothers and sisters. This is one half of the Ummah. How can we say that we love Fatima al-Zahra when we are neglecting or even, God forbid, abusing the women who are trying to follow Fatima alaihi salam? How can we sit in our majalis and cry over how Umar spoke to Lady Fatima when we ourselves are speaking to our women in such a disrespectful tone? How can we cry over Fatima al-Zahra? Or how can we cry over how Fatima was pushed between the door and the wall and then slapped across the face when we ourselves are beating our own women with our hands? How can we cry for the loneliness of Imam alaihi salam when he buried her when we turn our own women into objects of lust or slaves and refused to live with them honorably? Women were not put in this earth to be used and abused. Rather, they have rights and it is our duty to treat them honorably. How can we sit and be amazed by the fiery sermon of Fedek that Lady Fatima al-Zahra alaihi salam gave when we stop our own women from excelling? If we, as an Umar, want to progress and work towards the reappearance of our Master Imam al-Mehdi al-Zahra al-Farid al-Sharif we must stop neglecting the sisters and give them the resources and the encouragement they need to follow in the footsteps of Lady Fatima alaihi salam because if we don't act to protect our sisters then history will just repeat itself how history repeats itself for I cannot think of Fatima al-Zahra alaihi salam without also thinking of her daughter Sayyid al-Zaynab because how similar are the stories of Zahra and Zainab? Zahra she stood and spoke against the tyrants of Saqifah and Zainab she stood and spoke against the tyrants of Sham Zahra was slapped on the streets of Medina and Zainab was slapped upon the plains of Karbala but she asked me why is Zainab called Ummul Mosaib and not Fatima al-Zahra because when Sayyid al-Zahra alaihi salam walked through Medina she had Hassan and Hussein next to her I ask you then who was there to help Zainab walk when she was forced to walk through Sham when Zahra walked through Medina she had a veil upon her face so that nobody could look upon her but when Sayyid al-Zaynab walked through Sham there was nothing or nobody to cover her from her eyes of the men or from the eyes of the men O Zahra your tragedies could have turned day into night yet you are not Ummul Mosaib because no severed heads were put in front of you whilst you were alive but O Zainab she saw Yazid poking the bloodied head of Hussein with his cane O you who you served us of rights know that daily in prayer I'll curse you and your heir till my last breath of air your heir burnt the door of my house the door of my father my muhsin would wither his ashes I gather if you return for forgiveness know my lord won't forgive a mercy he would give you yearned it not to live in every prayer I'll send on the first and second prayers that make men frail Zahra would prevail my veil it is defiance some call it oppression my veil it is defiance some call it oppression where it shall brave women as a flag of freedom freedom from men that think women like me can be shaken in the veil I walk in your throne I have broken my daughters till the end of time their shackles they shall break revolutions they shall make leaving tyrants awake know this and remember our veils our armor the thrones of tyrants fall Zahra would prevail I told my husband bury me I told my husband bury me beneath the depths of night throw dust upon my light let earth swallow my might hide my grave and keep it hidden as a proof of my pain let none else see its grains but Hassan and Hussain let none else see its grains but Hassan and Hussain and tell my two beloved children that they shall see their days when Hassan poison sways and on earth Hussain lays when Hussain lies barren my veil shall shroud him and at his burial Zahra would prevail and at his burial Zahra would prevail