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Am I not Fatima Zahra? (English Marthia)

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Added by Azadari in English Voices of Passion Nauha
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Am I not Fatima Zahra? By: Nouri Sardar, Recited by: Ali Fadhil. Originally produced by: Ahlul-Bayt TV. A lyrical poem (marthia) about the tragedy of Hazrat Fatima (a.s.). I do not own the audio or the artwork used.

Marthia Lyrics:

Tell me people why my tears flow am I not Fatimah Zahra?
Tell me people why my tears flow why the door and why the fire?
Tell me people why the nail why do I cry and why the fire?

Oh people of the world listen. I am the daughter of Ahmed.
I am the rose of his vision. My name flows in the tears he sheds.
I'm the leader of all women, their hands to heaven by me led.
So tell me why oh creation between the wall and door I bled?
Am I not just? Me don't you trust?
I was born pure me don't you trust?
In my two eyes rest all my cries with them my wails and my screams
In my two eyes rest all my cries after all the pain they have seen
So I wail why the nail why do I cry and why the fire?

As my tears rest beneath my eyes I ask you take me to patience.
I do not know where patience lies nor do I know where is justice.
I cried for Ahmed in my nights and you told me to leave this place.
They pushed the door against my cries and they struck me upon my face.
The broke my rib, all my worship prays against them
All my worship prays against them, all my worship
Do tears not flow when I tell you how my rib broke behind the door?
Do not tears flow when I tell you how from my chest my blood it's poured?
From the nail why the nail why do I cry and why the fire?

Should I tell you about Mohsin were he to be born beautiful?
But they crushed me and crushed my son from my chest by the door I fell.
I heard him cry a scream of screams saying: "Mother to you I tell
I wish I'd grown up by your side but now to your son say farewell."
I talked to him this sad orphan
Throughout the day and throughout night
I talk to him this sad orphan now all I talk to is the night.
Farewell my child. Why the nail why do I cry and why the fire?

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