I begin in the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful. To Him belong all the greatest names. To Him belong the heavens and the earth and what lies in them. He is the Master of universes and the Provider for all creation.
The dawn of the day bought sadness with it. Grief and sorrow had encircled the house of the beloved Messenger of Allah [p]. The Mercy upon Manking is spending his last hours in the company of his beloved household, Ahlul Bayt [a]. Tears roll down onto his cheeks as he glances on the faces of the purified ones think of how this is the last meeting.
His daughter Lady Fatima [s] sits beside his bedside mourning and weeping as she remembers the precious moments of her life spent with him. The moments when he would kiss her neck whenever he felt for the fragrance of paradise and the countless times when he would stand up and welcome her in any gathering to show how highly he respected her. And then there comes this last moment when he whispers to her words which makes her forget her sadness and brings a joy to her heart and smile to her enlightened face.
The messenger of Allah [p] has departed from this world to meet his Creator. His household, the Ahlul Bayt [a] wail and lament for the great tragedy that has befallen. The masters of the youth of paradise weep, his successor laments and his beloved daughter cries as the experience the pain of separation. The tears flow from the eyes of his beloved daughter, Fatima [s], continuously expressing her love for him, her love was unmatched even if the seven oceans combined could not match her one tear. She was so close to him that she was given the title of mother of her father, Umme Abeeha.
Lady Fatima [s] cries in the remembrance of her father, the Prophet of Allah [p], day and night but how her sadness was deepened when the so called companions of the Prophet [p] caused her distressed. No words can match the atrocities done on her by the so called companions. They took away her inheritance by force [Fadak], they usurped the right of her husband, Ali [a] and if such was not enough they even attacked her house and caused her unborn baby, Muhsin [a] to be Shaheed.
It was an evening in Medina, when the hearts of certain men filled with hatred against the successor of the Prophet [p] caused them to attack the house of the daughter of the Prophet [p]. They showed no mercy upon that door where the Prophet [p] would come and recite “Assalamu Alayka Ya Ahl ul Bayt-e-nabuwa…”, that door where the angel of Death would descend and ask permission to enter, yet these men of hard heartedness choose to seal their place in Hell by pushing the door upon the blessed lady crushing her ribs between the door and the wall of the house. Medina shook at this image, the grave of the Prophet [p] was in turmoil at this scene yet these men showed no mercy and dragged the brother of the Prophet [p] through the streets of Medina to attain a forced allegiance to the so called elected Caliph of the Muslims. The Lady of Light [s] had left an example for all generations to come in the process, she had examplified how one should defend the Imamah regardless of the circumstances. The lessons of patience of Fatima [s] left a mark in history forever.
Not much time had passed when sorrow and grief had descended upon this blessed house again. The beloved daughter of the Prophet [s] had made her final depart and returned to her Lord. Al-Hasan [a] and Al-Husayn [a] were weeping at another great loss so soon, first their grandfather had left this world and now their mother has left this world. She had left this world, oppressed and hurt from the very people who followed her father. Her tears still fall, her heart still makes the same call, her grave remains still hidden. . .
Words cannot describe what her husband witnessed as he washed her blessed body. The tears flowed continuously from his eyes and the heart trembled. And then there was a moment where his eyes could not bear to see and his heart just shattered. How can he bear witness to the broken ribs of Fatima [s]? History absorbed within it the tragedies upon this Lady, the atrocities she had to bear after the seperation from her father Rasoolullah [p]. She cried for that promised reunion with her father in the gardens of paradise, she was that flower whose fragance remained even when it had withered away.
Darkness had fallen upon the city of Medina. The coffin of this Lady is taken to be buried in the darkness of the night as she had willed. She is laid to rest by her beloved husband in a grave marked as the secret of Allah. A secret which shall be unearthed by the Yousif of Zahra [s], Al Hujja [aj] upon his return.
Her final abode remains unknown yet when the time rose she did not leave her son on his own. She left Medina with him for Karbala, she saw every tragedy of Ashura with her eyes, she took the head of her beloved son in her lap as the sword of Shimr moved to severe it, she travelled to the city of Kufa with her daughter Zaynab [s].
We await your return O Yousif of Zahra [s] so you may guide us to the grave of your Grandmother. Al Hujja [aj], we pray for your return as in your return there lies the answer to the treasures of Allah, there lies in the peace on the heart of your Grandfather Al Husayn [a] and there lies in the salvation for us, your followers.
This beautiful. Very well written and really touching.
May Allah (swt) bless you for your efforts.