Prophet Adam (A.

Prophet Adam (A.S) after his fall wept so much that stains marks appeared on his cheeks. Prophet Yaqoub (A.S) wept so much in the absence of his son Yusuf that he lost his eyesight. Prophet Yusuf in return also cried so much in missing his father that his fellow prisoners requested that he should cry either at night or day.

Imam Sajjad (A.S) wept for the last thirty-five years of his life for the tragedy of Karbala and finally, the holy Fatima wept her life away in the absence of her father the holy Messenger of God. She wept so much that Imam Ali (A.S) had to build an isolated hut for her worshipping and weeping called ‘the House of Grieves’.

The weeping of Fatima however, was not only for the physical departure of the Messenger of God from this world, she wept also for the catastrophic deviation that occurred after the Prophet passed. Her weeping was in fact a cry in opposition to awaken the Islamic Ummah of the evil consequences of their wrongdoing. Fatima was fully aware that the deviation that occurred in Saqifeh would lead to the massacre of Karbala.

“As salamu alayk O you oppressed lady whose right has been usurped and her rib was broken, the one who was beaten, the lady who was truthful and martyred.” The enemies of Islam and Ahlul-bait could not stand her opposition. According to al-Mas’oodi; the renowned historian, she witnessed the party of Abu Bakr forcing Imam Ali to pay allegiance to Abu Bakr whilst Imam Ali was refusing.

(6) Eventually, the enemies threatened to set the house of Fatima on fire should Ali continue to refuse allegiance. Umar ibn Khattab along with his men approached the house of Ahlul-bait. He threatened that should Ali still refuse he would burn the house down and the household.

Omar was reminded that Fatima was also in that house, and his only reply was, “Even so…” I would like to end my speech by narrating the tragic event of the martyrdom of the holy Lady Fatima (s.a); the part of the heart of the Prophet and the beloved mother of her father with her own heartbreaking description of the scene: “they placed firewood at the gate of my house and then they brought fire and torched it to burn us all. I was standing behind the front door.

I pleaded with them by the name of Allah and my father the Messenger of Allah to leave us alone or help us. But Omar grabbed the whip of Qunfuz; the slave of Abu Bakr and whipped my arm so hard that it bruised and marked like a bracelet.