#fatimiya

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•Fatimiya 1440.

•Sayeda Masooma, Qom.

[lover-of-ar-rahmaan]

Please remember to pray for Aba Saleh (Imam Mahdi (aj)) during this period of Fatimiyya and especially when you have tears in your eyes... 

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The last words of Sayyada Fatimatuh Zahra (ع) So heart breaking 💔😭

[sayed-tumbles]

Crying at the door of Fatima

Crying which does not contain an obligation, awareness, a knowing of the beloved, an understanding and sensing of faith, is something which is only useful as an eyewash, to cleanse it from the pollution of the air. Don't forget that one of the first people who cried for the great Imam Husayn was Omar Sa'ad [who had ordered his kill­ing] and the first person who forbid and condemned this kind of `crying for Husayn' was the great Zaynab [Imam Husayn's sister].

But our people cry because they are lovers. They cry so that they can bind their hearts deeply to this be­loved family. It is a real pantheon, a real Olympia where several lords live who know no language other than tears. People are neither scholars nor philosophers but rather full of feelings. They are prepared to be sacrificed.

No religion, history or nation has a family such as this, a family where the father is Ali and the mother, Fat­ima and their sons, Hassan and Husayn and their daughter, Zaynab. They all live under one roof at one time and are one family. At the same time, there has never been so much love, sincerity, faith, poetry and blood given to a family by a nation.

Our people gather a culture around the door and roof of Fatima's house. Through this family comes a history, full of excitement, movement, courage and virtues which have continued to the present time. This history is like a pure river, life giving for all the past generations of our people, and now in the depths of their spirit, our con­science continues to flow.

- Excerpt from “Fatima is Fatima” by the late Martyr Dr. Ali Shariati

[sayed-tumbles]

Fatima is Fatima

I do not know what to say about her. How to say it? I wanted to imitate the French writer who was speaking one day in a conference about the Virgin Mary. He said, 'For 1700 years all of the speakers have spoken of Mary. For 1700 years, ail philosophers and thinkers of various nations of the East and West have spoken of the values of Mary. For 1700 years, the poets of the world have expressed all of their creative efforts and power in their praise of Mary. For 1700 years, all of the painters and artists have created wonderful works of art showing the visage and states of Mary. But the totality of all that has been said, thought and the efforts of all the artist throughout all of these many centuries were not able to sufficiently describe the greatness of Mary as these words, 'Mary was the mother of Jesus Christ'.'

And I wanted to begin in this manner with Fatima. I got stuck. I wished to say, 'Fatima is the daughter of the great Khadijah.' I sensed it is not Fatima. I wished to say, 'Fatima is the daughter of Muhammad (‘s).' I sensed it is not Fatima. I wished to say, 'Fatima is the wife of Ali (‘a).' I sensed it is not Fatima. I wished to say, 'Fa­tima is the mother of Hasan and Husayn.' I sensed it is not Fatima. I wished to say, 'Fatima is the mother of Zaynab.' I still sensed it is not Fatima.

No, these are all true and none of them are Fatima.

Fatima is Fatima

- Excerpt from “Fatima is Fatima”, By: Martyr Dr. Ali Shariati

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She is a symbol in all the various dimensions of being a woman.

The symbol of a daughter when facing her father.

The symbol of a wife when facing her husband.

The symbol of a mother when facing her children.

The symbol of a responsible, fighting woman when facing her time and the fate of her society.

This is the Lady of Light 

This is Fatimatul Zahra ... 

[lover-of-ar-rahmaan]

Bismillah For those seeking Marefat (deeper knowledge) of Sayyida Fatimatuh Zahraa (sa)

[abirsafa]

٠London, UK٠ They tell him, "Mawlay, we've never seen you like this" He says, "if my tears belong to anything it is for her, If my grief has an owner it is for her, If my life has a purpose it was to please her, If I am broken, it is because of my loss of her So on her ribs I painted my sorrows as poetry, As they made her one rib into three I'll cry with her, " they broke me..." And never again will I be able to see"