He is saying, ‘Come to me my child, for that which awaits you is better for you.

He is saying, ‘Come to me my child, for that which awaits you is better for you.’” Then she opened her eyes and said, “And upon you be peace, O taker of souls – be quick with me and do not hurt me.” Then she said, “I proceed towards Thee O Lord, and not towards the Fire.” Then she closed her eyes, extended her hands and feet, and left this world.

Asma’ ripped her collar [out of grief] and fell on her, kissing her and saying, “O Fatimah, when you meet your father the Prophet of Allah, convey to him greetings from Asma’ Bint ‘Umays.” Al-Hasan and al-Husayn came into the house only to find the lifeless body of their mother.

They said, “O Asma’, what causes our mother to sleep at this hour?” She said, “O sons of the Prophet, your mother is not sleeping, she has left this world!” Al-Husayn said, “O brother, accept my condolences on the passing away of our mother!” Al-Hasan threw himself on her and kissed her feet saying, “O mother! Speak to me before my soul leaves my body [out of grief]!” Al-Husayn also fell at her feet and kissing them, he said, “O mother! I am your son, al-Husayn!

Speak to me before my heart bursts and I die!” Asma’ said to them, “O sons of the Prophet, go and inform your father about the passing away of your mother.” So, they left crying, “Ya Muhammadah! Ya Ahmadah! Today the pain of your death has been renewed by the death of our mother!” When they came near the masjid, they raised their voices and wept. A group of companions rushed towards them and asked why they were crying.

They said, “Our mother Fatimah has passed away!” Imam Ali (‘a) fell on the ground and said: “Who will console me now, O daughter of Muhammad?

You used to console me, So, who will do this after you have gone?!” The narrator said: “Then Ali (‘a) took Hasanayn back home only to find Asma’ seated next to Fatimah, (‘a) crying and saying, ‘O the orphans of Muhammad!’ When his eyes fell on the dead body of the Mistress of all Women, he reached out, threw down his turban from his head and his cloak from his shoulders, and cried loudly.

Then he (‘a) uncovered her face, only to find a parchment on which was written: ‘… O Ali, I am Fatimah Bint Muhammad; Allah married me to you So, that I may be yours in this world and the next. You are more deserving of me than others. Perform my hunut, wash me and shroud me by night, pray over me and bury me by night, and do not inform anyone.