To Fatima, the Prophet had his love so warm
When she happened to come,
he would welcome, stand up and kiss her,
take her by the arm and sit her down
in the place where he was once.
She would do the same
when to her the Prophet came.
Once returning from a journey
Rasul went to the mosque first for a pray
Then, as he often did, went to where
Fatima's stay
She welcomed him - warmth as it may
she kissed his face, his eyes…
and had herself cry.
The Prophet asked her why do you cry?
In sob she answered slow
I see you, Messenger of God,
your color... is pale and sallow
your clothes worn and flaw….
Fatima…
devotion to her Father comes deep
from her heart.
The Prophet once said:
Whoever pleased Fatima
has indeed pleased God
and whoever caused her to be angry
has indeed angered God.
Fatima is a part of me.
Whatever pleases her pleases me
and whatever angers her angers me.
So special was the Prophet loved her.
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