When Paradise Was Born: A Poem For Lady Fatima al-Zahra’s (A.S.) 1404th Birthday

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Our moral compass, you so are…

The Zahra (A.S.) is the combined Nour of every known and unknown star…

And through your example, we seeds will become trees and grow large…

A Forest of Fatemiyoun, an Army of Photons…

Blessed be the day you were born, ya Kawthar (A.S.)…

Guided by your Hand, see our uniforms? It’s sewn on!…

He who angers you, angers Al-Moustafa (S.A.W.W.), so he who angers you is a low dog…

Scream your name at the oppressors even with a tongue cut, a jaw broke and a nose clogged…

Lost in the plots and woes imposed against us by our foe, ZOG…

But you mentor us and center us, like Islamic Sonar…

Blessed be the day you were born, ya Kawthar (A.S.)…

Every Shahid is yours, and man oh man, did they go hard!…

From Tehrani youth, to Bekaa Valley Hizbullahi troops, to kids from Brooklyn stoops who be yelling out, “yo, pa!”…

Queen of the Universe, Women of the Worlds kneel before you as do Men, check the roll call…

Enemies thought they could conquer us but man oh man, were they so wrong…

Blessed be the day you were born, ya Kawthar (A.S.)…

Enemies ain’t know that we were so strong…

A Forest of Fatemiyoun can electrify, now we’re an Army of Protons…

We can touch clouds now and no, there will be no falls…

Skying high enough that everything beneath us is so small…

We’re lightning strikes, gunfire through righteous mics and so tall…

Lady Fatima (A.S.) steers our hearts’ beats, and our souls’ bars…

And when they come together in a Cold song…

They explode like an old bomb…

In the core of the Empire’s interface, filth disintegrates until we see all the Zio-Imperialists, their bases and their drones gone…

Fadak to Firdaws, y’all..

Fadak to Firdaws, y’all…

Mouqawamah of the Zahra (A.S.) embedded in our babies from the moment they take their first bold crawl…

The truth, Habiba, Halima, Hakima, Hazira, Batool, Qahira, Sadiqa, Qa’ima, Tahira, Masooma, al-Hawra al-Insiyya (A.S.), the Best Part of our Holy Rasoul (S.A.W.W.), it is to you which we hold on…

When you were born, so was Paradise for every Muslim and non-Muslim who knew you, ya Kawthar (A.S.)…

From your womb, the Imamat would prosper, giving us the Heroes (A.S.) who would overthrow the despots that claim they control cards…

Including the One Who Was Promised, Al-Mahdi (A.S.), who will break the Dajjalic system and remold the whole charge…

No war, and no arms…

No threats, and no harm…

No checks, and no bonds…

No usury, no Halakhic hatred and no Terrible Talmudistry, and no Ravs…

Faux supremacy smashed, like your husband did to the Khaybari ogres…

Love of Maryam (A.S.) and Christ (A.S.), Khadija (A.S.) and Muhammad (S.A.W.W.) will flow, and Islam will be the sole law…

As it was meant to be, we send our praises to the One and Only, Unpartnered and Sole God (SWT)…

Mother of Resistance, Mother of the Faith, Mother of your Father (S.A.W.W.), you stand alone in a zone of pure virgin driven snow, no dirt and no tar…

Happy 1,404th birthday ya Zahra (A.S.), blessed be the day you were born, ya Kawthar (A.S.)…

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