Kauthar 

 By: Sister Fiddha 

The bud unfolded for us
By Allah's comand
Revealing a scent
That has entranced us
Perfuming our minds
Enticing us towards Paradise.

Oh rose of Allah
The delicacy and gentleness of You
Created bees out of your followers
Ready to die for their queen.
Your lovers annihilated
Themselves to preserve Your scent.

Whilst Ali looked on
As they crushed you
The tears from his eyes
Craving to cause
The withered petals
To grow once more
Watering the soil of your birth
In sadness.

As you returned to soil
We were left wondering
Which dust cradled you.
Lost in Medina
Buzzing this way and that
We try in vain
To smell a scent
That was vanquished
By Umar's hand.