Poetry by Nouri Sardar
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Piece of Heaven
O’ Muhammad… we gave you a piece of heaven
She’s your daughter… and they said you had no children
Be proud of her… she’ll give you eleven princes
Take care of her… she’ll sing for you heaven’s praises
You’re an orphan… but she’ll treat you like you’re her son
She’s your daughter… and they said you had no children
Be proud of her… she’ll give you eleven princes
Take care of her… she’ll sing for you heaven’s praises
You’re an orphan… but she’ll treat you like you’re her son
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Bathed in divine light… she has descended
You recall heaven… when you ascended
From this child’s neck, smell heaven’s scent
Now heaven’s with you in each moment
You recall heaven… when you ascended
From this child’s neck, smell heaven’s scent
Now heaven’s with you in each moment
With your patience… for a child you awaited
From heaven’s dust… your daughter we have created
From heaven’s dust… your daughter we have created
* * *
They thought, childless… you were to grow old
So from heaven’s throne… we have borrowed gold
Born and she smiles at your delight
Clenched your finger, the lady of light
So from heaven’s throne… we have borrowed gold
Born and she smiles at your delight
Clenched your finger, the lady of light
You smile… and in awe, your eyes, she watches
She makes you laugh… and Zahra, your laugh, entrances
She makes you laugh… and Zahra, your laugh, entrances
* * *
Remember heaven… a garden you walked
You saw there, a rose… with this rose you talked
From this garden this rose we lifted
Heaven’s rose to your hands we gifted
You saw there, a rose… with this rose you talked
From this garden this rose we lifted
Heaven’s rose to your hands we gifted
You hold her… at your fingertips she chuckles
At Our mercy… Fatima Zahra, she smiles
At Our mercy… Fatima Zahra, she smiles
* * *
You grew an orphan… your youth, motherless
Yet now you hold her… her forehead you kiss
No, none to soothe you is worthier
You hold the mother of her father
Yet now you hold her… her forehead you kiss
No, none to soothe you is worthier
You hold the mother of her father
You’ll raise her… so that Muhammad she can raise
You’ll praise her… so, Ahmed, she’ll defend and praise
You’ll praise her… so, Ahmed, she’ll defend and praise
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Know that this present… with her shall not end
Eleven princes… through her we shall send
Each prince within your footsteps shall tread
Muhammad, they’ll all be Muhammad
Eleven princes… through her we shall send
Each prince within your footsteps shall tread
Muhammad, they’ll all be Muhammad
And every prince… will have the pride of their mother
Knowing that she… is a piece of the hereafter
Knowing that she… is a piece of the hereafter
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(London – 03/05/13)
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Marriage of Ali and Fatima
Heaven and Earth celebrate… a marriage that’s meant to be
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
* * *
Descends from the Heavens, roses… and around their feet they scatter
She who is made from Heaven’s dust… for the one born in the Ka’ba
On her wedding she taught us all… when that beggar had approached her
You can only have an Ali… if you are a Fatima
She who is made from Heaven’s dust… for the one born in the Ka’ba
On her wedding she taught us all… when that beggar had approached her
You can only have an Ali… if you are a Fatima
The Ka’ba and the Heavens… both give their children away
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
* * *
A man born in the house of God… a woman made from paradise
In her eyes he saw only care… in his eyes she saw sacrifice
Like Ali lifted Khaybar’s door… she lifted off his shoulders, vice
In return he gave her his soul… hoping that this soul would suffice
In her eyes he saw only care… in his eyes she saw sacrifice
Like Ali lifted Khaybar’s door… she lifted off his shoulders, vice
In return he gave her his soul… hoping that this soul would suffice
The eyes windows to the soul… in her eyes, his soul he’d see
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
* * *
They are perfect for each-other… because only God each eye sees
Two lights became one forever… just like the greeting of two seas
I’ll tell you why their household has… the greatest of family trees
As the leader of all women… had the simplest of all dowries
Two lights became one forever… just like the greeting of two seas
I’ll tell you why their household has… the greatest of family trees
As the leader of all women… had the simplest of all dowries
When men would ask Mohammed… he’d reply, “it’s destiny,
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali”
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali”
* * *
Ask yourselves, when Ali proposed… would Mohammed have turned his face
If he wasn’t Bani Hashim… or was of a different race
Look how simple it was for him… shyness to his face you could trace
Yet when Ahmed heard he loved her… he pulled Ali towards his embrace
If he wasn’t Bani Hashim… or was of a different race
Look how simple it was for him… shyness to his face you could trace
Yet when Ahmed heard he loved her… he pulled Ali towards his embrace
He takes Ali by his hand… and asks him, “are you ready?
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali”
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali”
* * *
Look how beautiful it all is… she accepts him with her silence
And when they steal what is his… her voice is of loud defiance
The meeting of Earth and Heaven… an infinite, divine balance
As Ali, the father of dust… married Heaven’s fragrance
And when they steal what is his… her voice is of loud defiance
The meeting of Earth and Heaven… an infinite, divine balance
As Ali, the father of dust… married Heaven’s fragrance
The meeting of divine worlds… cries the Lord that made this day:
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
* * *
All men have had their wife’s name… at birth, written on their foreheads
But today Shia see written… ‘Ali’ and ‘Zahra’ on their heads
There won’t be another Ali… and a Fatima no man weds
But in the service of these lights… each Shia newlywed treads
But today Shia see written… ‘Ali’ and ‘Zahra’ on their heads
There won’t be another Ali… and a Fatima no man weds
But in the service of these lights… each Shia newlywed treads
In every Shia wedding… cries both the mind and body:
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
No-one could marry Zahra… if there was never Ali
* * *
(London – 04/02/14)
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The Tragedy of Fatima Zahra (pbuh)
This is the story that’s written in time
Of our mother and against her a crime
This is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra… this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
Of our mother and against her a crime
This is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra… this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
* * *
This mother… let me tell you what once befell this mother
They’d smother… the unborn child within her, they’d smother
They’d smother… they’d smother, take him away from this mother
This mother… left to rock an empty cradle this mother
They’d smother… the unborn child within her, they’d smother
They’d smother… they’d smother, take him away from this mother
This mother… left to rock an empty cradle this mother
The love of her heart, from her womb taken
A blossomed womb became cold and barren
She felt and saw this child fall from within her… this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
A blossomed womb became cold and barren
She felt and saw this child fall from within her… this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
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A part… Muhammad’s part of her, of him she’s a part
Apart… after his death, she felt from his worlds apart
Apart… she complains to his grave how she’s torn apart
A part… and a part of her desires her murder
Apart… after his death, she felt from his worlds apart
Apart… she complains to his grave how she’s torn apart
A part… and a part of her desires her murder
She longs for her death as she longs for him
She sits there daily and sings him a hymn
How much they oppressed me after you O’ father… this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
She sits there daily and sings him a hymn
How much they oppressed me after you O’ father… this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
* * *
Set of light… the house of Fatima was a set of light
Set alight… the house angels visited was set alight
Sat, a light… the house in which she prayed and she sat, a light
Set alight… set alight, in the flames she called for Haider
Set alight… the house angels visited was set alight
Sat, a light… the house in which she prayed and she sat, a light
Set alight… set alight, in the flames she called for Haider
The house to which a thousand angels turned
She stood by the door as, in flames, it burned
She calls for Ali and she calls for her father… this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
She stood by the door as, in flames, it burned
She calls for Ali and she calls for her father… this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
* * *
Don’t I dye… do not ask my why my grey beard don’t I dye
Don’t I die… when I buried her, I ask, why don’t I die?
Don’t I die… when I recall her I ask, why don’t I die?
Don’t I die… I long for my death just so I can see her
Don’t I die… when I buried her, I ask, why don’t I die?
Don’t I die… when I recall her I ask, why don’t I die?
Don’t I die… I long for my death just so I can see her
I see my own death as my happiness
Because I recall, her presence was bliss
If there is no Zahra, how can there be Haider? … this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
Because I recall, her presence was bliss
If there is no Zahra, how can there be Haider? … this is the tragedy of Fatima Zahra
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(London – 01/03/13)
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How Many Women Fall
Don’t think only Fatima by the door was taken
Hajar and Maryam and Hawa found their ribs broken
How many women fall… between the door and wall?
Hajar and Maryam and Hawa found their ribs broken
How many women fall… between the door and wall?
* * *
From the house of Fatima they heard a roar
It was as if gold fell and shattered the floor
They ask the house and when they ask its tears pour
“How many women between the wall and door?
It was as if gold fell and shattered the floor
They ask the house and when they ask its tears pour
“How many women between the wall and door?
What fell, even thunder was embarrassed from its sound
What is worth so much that when it fell it hurt the ground?
What made the Earth’s turn stall… between the door and wall?”
What is worth so much that when it fell it hurt the ground?
What made the Earth’s turn stall… between the door and wall?”
* * *
The greatest women from the holy Quran
Cried out in pain and found their ribs were broken
In tears, holding their ribs, they asked a question
“What happened to the leader of all women?
Cried out in pain and found their ribs were broken
In tears, holding their ribs, they asked a question
“What happened to the leader of all women?
What fell and what broke, this pain is so unbearable
Were it placed on a mountain we would watch it crumble
Hearts to our mother crawl… between the door and wall”
Were it placed on a mountain we would watch it crumble
Hearts to our mother crawl… between the door and wall”
* * *
I saw Hajar running, looking for water
Suddenly she forget the thirst within her
She felt the pain of the rib of Fatima
As if she’s crushed between Safa and Marwa
Suddenly she forget the thirst within her
She felt the pain of the rib of Fatima
As if she’s crushed between Safa and Marwa
She heard the voice of her mother Fatima was hushed
Between two mountains, the mountain of patience was crushed
From her mother she’d call… between the door and wall
Between two mountains, the mountain of patience was crushed
From her mother she’d call… between the door and wall
* * *
I saw Maryam still pregnant with her son
Hearing the silence of her child within
She cries out as her mother’s worries begin
“O’ Fatima what happened to your Mohsin?
Hearing the silence of her child within
She cries out as her mother’s worries begin
“O’ Fatima what happened to your Mohsin?
I swear, if you find that your son shall no longer live
Don’t cry O’ Fatima, my Eisa to you I’ll give”
Child, mother and all… between the door and wall
Don’t cry O’ Fatima, my Eisa to you I’ll give”
Child, mother and all… between the door and wall
* * *
I saw Hawa with Adam, and they wail
“What happened to the mother of the veil?”
“I know when I felt in my chest a nail
On her tears the ship of salvation set sail
“What happened to the mother of the veil?”
“I know when I felt in my chest a nail
On her tears the ship of salvation set sail
Tell me why the light, from which I took all my shyness
Leaves this world in pain, in wailing and in her distress?
And her killer stands tall… between the door and wall”
Leaves this world in pain, in wailing and in her distress?
And her killer stands tall… between the door and wall”
* * *
I hear the voices of all women are hushed
When into the house of Fatima they rushed
It wasn’t just Fatima by the door crushed
It wasn’t just her veil by fire brushed
When into the house of Fatima they rushed
It wasn’t just Fatima by the door crushed
It wasn’t just her veil by fire brushed
Every lover of our lady Fatima Zahra
Screams out in their pain hearing of the door and fire
Nothing broken was small… between the door and wall
Screams out in their pain hearing of the door and fire
Nothing broken was small… between the door and wall
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(London – 30/01/14)
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Nouri Sadar was born in London in 1990.
He has written the following books:
"We Remember" (2009)
"Speaking Tears" (2010)
"Household of Gold" (2012)
"Beginning and End" (2014)
"Fourteen" (2016)
He has written the following books:
"We Remember" (2009)
"Speaking Tears" (2010)
"Household of Gold" (2012)
"Beginning and End" (2014)
"Fourteen" (2016)
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Contact:
email:
nouri.sardar.@gmail.com
website: www.nourisardar.com
email:
nouri.sardar.@gmail.com
website: www.nourisardar.com
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