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The broken-ribbed Fatimah, daughter of Muhammad, used to rest some tears under the shade of a tree called Arak.. That tree was severed to prevent Fatimah from weeping upon the sent mercy to mankind. Indeed the world without him is pitch da…
A bereaved dove I am tonight.. Cooing among the branches of a severed tree.. Where lady Fatima, the niche of Lord's light.. Used to mourn the loss of her loving father in poetry.. [1]
At your tomb i will unweave the plaits of anguish, i will lay two bruised hands, i will recite the verse of grief, U were the Euphrates of my heart![2]
Wrapped in the dust particles, while walking barefoot on the burning plains of patience, she cried O he whose limbs were torn apart! [1]
I weave strands of dream before my eyes on every Friday morning.. As I "weep" my absence in your presence.. I raise hands in prayer "O lord, when shall we see him"