Fatima had lost her mother while she was unable yet to...

Fatima had lost her mother while she was unable yet to understand what there was around her in this world. Then she faced the storm. It was the storm of the fate when the severe hands snatched her kind father away [49] Fatima al-Ma’ssooma. from his family and children to burden him with ties and chains. Fatima looked at her brother…She thought that she saw a sky with heavy clouds.

Allah was the only One, who knew the bottom of the love, whose pure springs flowed inside the heart of Fatima…Fatima, who saw with her own eyes the storm of the bitter time! The time of separation had begun…the time of vagrancy…the time, in which the accusation of disbelief was much easier than to be said that this one was from Ali’s progeny…from Muhammad’s grandsons… Haroon feared Musa…feared his words. They were the echo of Muhammad’s words…the echo of Ali’s speeches.

Fatima stopped to farewell from far a caravan taking its way towards Basra and her heart beat rapidly longing after a howdah surrounded by swords and spears. Her heart would not fail her. The caravan disappeared far away while the sky was still raining little by little. Fatima came back with her brother Ali. She came back trailing her self and feet to the house that seemed as a tent torn by the wind in that cloudy morning. The father departed. The pole of the tent collapsed.

Peace left far and it might not come back again. Fatima looked at the cloudy sky and the rain. Childish tears fell from her eyes. Tears like sad rain began to fall silently. How bitter orphancy is in the orphans’ hearts. How bitter cold is…the cold of fear…the fear of the unknown. When the father departs, life becomes cold and frosty…with no sun, no light and no warmth. (2) There is nothing bitterer than to see the moments of collapse…collapse of things and shaking of the firm principles of life.

Everything shook. The voice of the man died down and tens of obscure voices appeared…voices that took their powers from instincts hidden in the human inner in the moment when mind failed before the shine of greed. Life is like a top whirling with its people in the middle of a fiery storm.