Fatimah Bint-e-Abdullah

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  • Dedicated to Fatimah Bint-e-Abdullah
                                    

Fatimah Bint-e-Abdullah

Once, when 1911 was the year,

People in Tarabulas ran with fear,

Here and there, they did not know where,

The Italian army’s attack was there!

Fighting bravely were the Muslim soldiers,

The passionate Arabs and the brave Turks.

In the way of Allah SWT, they were laying their lives,

Without caring for their children or their wives.

Among all this fight and war,

A young Muslimah shone as a star.

She stood up for the sake of religion,

And was the bravest girl in the region.

Fatimah bint-e-Abdullah was here name,

And she did not fight for any fame,

Her age was not more than ten,

To her father, Abdullah she spoke then,

“Baba!” she called in her sweet voice,

“Fighting in the battle is my choice!”

“No, No! You are too young dear.”

Replied Abdullah, hastily in fear.

“Then why, those women who were keen,

Gave water to the mujahideen,

In the battle and gazwas that were fought,

And when the victory was sought.

And what about that brave woman

Umm-e-Ammarah (.R.A.), who fought with the men,

Sacrificing the her husband’s and son’s lives,

To protect the Prophet’s (SAW) dear life...

If they can go and fight,

Then why can’t I get that right?

Why can’t I go to the battle field,

And fight with a sword and a shield?”

Replied Fatimah excitedly,

And Abdullah just looked at her quietly.

Her mother, Sarah, also refused,

But, to stop her, nothing could be used.

Determined she was and very wise,

Extremely brave with fearless eyes.

A while later, Abdullah entered the house,

What he carried in his arms, he showed to his spouse,

Tears flowed from the eyes of that lucky mother,

Because it was her very own Fatimah, none other!

Fatimah, her innocent eyes closed, body still,

With blood and sand, her face and hands were filled.

“Don’t cry Sara!” Abdullah said, “Please, do not!

Look! How bravely has our daughter fought!

That world where everyone will go ultimately,

There, she will be rewarded beautifully,

Remember, she did not die,

But is going to live forever by,

In the hearts of the people forever,

She will be honoured forever and ever!”

Silver.

1/1/2013.

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