Fatimah Sugrah

By: Sister Mardhiya

The caravan of Prophet has returned,
bringing with them,
souvenir's of pain.
Waiting by the entrance,
watching with disbelief,
is Fatimah Sugrah,
Hussain's beloved daughter.
She searches through the travellers,
looking for her family.
Her eye's fill with tears;
the instant she see's an old familiar face.
With broken steps,
she nears him,
as Umm Salama comforts her.

Tell me my Abid,
of your bent back;
your gray hair,
and the blood stained sweat on your forehead.
Tell me my Abid,
of the caravan,
that departed Madinah,
with an infant.
What became of the little children,
who accompanied my baby brother?
Tell me my Abid,
of my sister, Sakina.
Were her innocent prayers accepted,
to never outlive father?
The face that always glowed,
has withered why,
tell me my dearest brother!
Tell me my Abid,
of the wounds on your neck,
the symbols of torture marked on your feet.
Have you my Abid,
journeyed barefeet?

With a heavy chest,
and shaky voice,
Abid faced her sister,
and replied in a single phrase.
Kerbala has looted us.