FATIMA, DAUGHTER OF THE PROPHET
By Rosemary (Mariam) AI-Attar

FATIMA! An angel descended a while -
Alas! Not for long did the world know her smile.
Chaste Fatima, model for all womanhood,
She of the pure heart and all that was good;
Born of Khadija, the Prophet's first wife -
These two he loved best throughout his life.
Beloved and loving daughter, wife, and mother,
She was a woman unlike any other.

Chosen by the Prophet was his young cousin Ali,
For his dear daughter, Fatima, to marry.
The distinguished couple were blessed with two sons -
Hassan and Hussain, these are the ones.
His mission completed, soon the Prophet died;
Broken-hearted, Fatima watched his Companions divide,
For they chose to ignore what the Prophet made clear
On that momentous occasion, the Day of Ghadir.

Ali and Fatima, they sought to destroy,
This exemplary family, the Prophet's joy.
The Prophet's daughter became tired and ill,
Struggling against those who bore her ill will.
On her prayer mat facing Mecca, the city of her birth,
In Medina she passed away and gladly left this earth.
From that day, Imam Ali, without his dear wife,
Stood firm for justice all the days of his life.

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