Her heavy heart rose in her throat,
And tears began to blur her sight,
To hear them laugh, and see them gloat,
Her heavy heart rose in her throat.
Sweet, little Fatima.
Her eyes went wide, she gasped aloud,
To see her father in that state,
She jostled through the jeering crowd,
Her eyes went wide, she gasped aloud.
Sweet, little Fatima.
She flung herself upon his frame,
As he, in firm sujood, remained
The object of a coward's game,
She flung herself upon his frame.
Sweet, little Fatima.
A caring love so pure avails:
The little girl began to clean
The heap of animal entrails,
A caring love so pure avails.
Sweet, little Fatima.
Her sobs and whimpers cut the air,
As tiny hands lightened the load,
The Prophet rose to end his prayer.
Her sobs and whimpers cut the air.
Sweet, little Fatima.
Did renewed strength her grief replace
To set her tired eyes upon
Her father's calm and peaceful face,
Did renewed strength her grief replace
Sweet, little Fatima.
The Prophet looked down at his child,
To see the pain that lined her eyes,
Then Father, daughter gently smiled.
The Prophet looked down at his child,
His sweet, little Fatima.
wow, thank you for bringing this moment to life and making it more real- I will use it with my children so they can picture it and feel these moments...they may need this in mulitple ways for their everyday life - what a great use for your talent.
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