After bathing, Fatima (a.

After bathing, Fatima (a.s.) asked Asma’ to bring her her new clothes and Asma’ did. Then, Fatima (a.s.) asked Asma’ to put her bed in the middle of the house (in the yard). Asma’ became worried and upset. She was frightened by that for she felt that Fatima (a.s.) was going to die soon. Fatima (a.s.) lay in her bed with her face toward the Qibla. She said to Asma’, ‘O mother, I am going to die now. I have purified myself.

Let no one uncover me!’ She began reciting some verses of the Qur'an until she breathed her last, and her great soul went up to its Creator surrounded by the angels to be received by the prophets at the head of whom would be the master of all the creation, her father (a.s.). She died in the period between the Maghrib (sunset) Prayer and the Isha’ (evening) Prayer.

[1] That great soul went high to the Gardens and Contentment of Allah where this world had never and will have never had anyone from Eve’s daughters like her in sacredness, honor, and chastity. Al-Hasan and al-Husayn went back home hurriedly to see what happened to their mother, but they did not found her. Asma’ told them that their mother died. She asked them to tell their father. They both ran towards their mother’s body.

Al-Hasan threw himself on his mother saying, ‘Mother, talk to me before my soul leaves my body!’ [1] Wafat as-Siddeeqa (the death of the truthful one) by Sayyid al-Muqarram, p.107. Al-Husayn, too, threw himself on his mother crying and saying, ‘Mother, I am your son al-Husayn. Talk to me before my heart splits and then I die.’ Asma’ took al-Hasan and al-Husayn away and began kissing and comforting them.

She asked them to get out of the house for fear of them and to go to tell their father about their mother’s death. They went to the mosque while crying bitterly. Muslims were terrified and they asked them what the matter was and they said that their mother Fatima (a.s.) died. Imam Ali (a.s.) was shocked and confused. He said, ‘O daughter of Muhammad, with whom shall I console myself? I often consoled myself with you.

With what shall I console myself after you?’ He hurried back home, looked at the sacred corpse of his wife and recited this poetry, “Every meeting between two friends is followed by separation, and everything other than separation is little.