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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Qom and the Virgin of the City The Virgin of the City Scenes from the Life of Fatima al-Ma'ssooma (1) As Musa bin Imran (Prophet Moses) had stood against the Pharaoh, Haman and Qaroon (Croesus), Musa bin Ja’far stood against Haroon**[45] … Haroon, whose grandfather [46]** had said before: “I am the authority of Allah on the earth… the shadow of the heaven on the earth… the will and determination of Allah…” Because of this Musa had risen by the will of Allah to say to Haroon “No!”… had come to ask for Fadak… Fadak, which once had been a small piece of land and then the Heaven had granted to Fatima**[47]** to be her gift…to be her inheritance and to be, later on, as a symbol of the extorted inheritance and the defeated truth…a symbol of all the Islamic lands.

Because of this Fatima bint**[48]** Muhammad (s) had risen to ask for her right of Fadak. How small Fadak was on the earth and in geography but how wide it was on the map of history! [45] Musa bin Ja’far is Imam al-Kadhim, the seventh imam of the Shia and Haroon is ar-Rasheed, the Abbasid caliph. [46] It metonymically refers to the Pharaoh. [47] The Prophet’s daughter. [48] “Bint” means the daughter of.

Medina was shaken from its beginning to its end because Musa had come to ask for the inheritance of his grandmother az-Zahra’…had come to get Fadak back with its wonderful limits; from Aden to Samarqand to Africa to the shore of the sea beyond the islands and Armenia…!

Haroon was filled with spite…Musa had come to threat his throne, wealth, palaces, rule and state… Fatima, [49] with her six years of old, stood up waiting for the coming back of her father, who had gone out in the dawn and had not come back yet. It was not only Fatima, who was waiting for the coming back of the brown man, who had images of prophethood in his face, but Medina all in all was expecting what Haroon wanted from Musa.

She was looking at her brother Ali, whose face seemed like a sky with sad clouds. Fatima thought that her father would be far away or he might never come back again. She might not see him or hear his warm voice again. She felt cold. Fear filled her inwards. Her eyes were filled with tears of sorrow. The waves of sorrow have deeper influence than the shakes of joy. They dig their places deeper in memory. Nothing is more eternal in the world of innocent childhood than the scenes of orphancy.