In Praise Of Nobility (Twenty-Four) Poem by Rubaba Mmahajia Rahma Sabtiu

That treasure of a precious pearl Fatimatu Zahra
Shall I to you tell about a woman gracious?
One who was loved by a father so dear
One whom her father loved and in detail
She cried! She wailed! She wept!
Her world was suddenly empty
The noble one out of it goes
Did the world not with her cry?
Did the world not with her wail?
Did the world not with her weep?
Did our world not suddenly empty too become?
For a man great and I mean great out of it went
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
That precious honourable daughter had felt pain
A poet she had suddenly become
She said with words that which her heart felt
The noble one had honoured the afterlife
Has he not to it gone?
Yet that honour to her a calamity had brought
Had this calamity unto darkness befallen
Even so the darkness will have to change colour
Such was her who her father's status knew
He was a father, one like no other
Had he not stood so she could sit?
Had she not with his grace walked and talked?
Had Aysh to that not bore witness?
Was she not the half of him?
A man noble, lovely, beloved, loved
A man, one like no other
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
That lovely companion in pain sought blindness
The darkness of the eyeballs to him was better
Rasuul his eyes could see no more
Yet in his heart he kept him
Did you not hear how Umar had reacted?
The walking taqwa could not endure this loss
The weight of that death was unbearable
So he had said things and done things
His mind unprepared for the news of that kind
The noble, cherished, precious one was finally gone
He was a man, one like no other
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
This is the nobility about which I sing
This is the nobility I live to praise
This is the nobility whose love drunken me
This is the nobility I wish to see
This is the nobility I pray to touch
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain