Draped In Black

The valley of Hijaaz is in darkened, mourning and in tears,
Today, after so long, Rasul hears the enemies mocking jeers,
As his confidant lay silent, the comforter of his fears,
He knows this will be the most burdened of funeral biers;
That which bears the wife of Muhammad, Nabi al Khitaam,
The pure Lady Khadijatul Kubra, Ummul aytaam

When the boycott came, she went with him to the valley that was forsaken,
Where on good days, dried up roots are cooked and as food taken,
A place of hunger and thirst, and firm faith that remained unshaken.
Faithful and content she remained, for her soul had been awaken,
By the message of Rasul; of which she knew he was not mistaken.

On her death bed she is sad for she knows Fatima has no other,
Fatima, who must now grow up and face life without a mother.

Her wish to see her daughter all grown and dressed up as a bride,
Giving her final advices as she supports her in her motherly stride,
She will no longer be there to dry Zahra’s tears when she cried,
Or to listen to her husband as he told her of the pain inside.

The motherly wishes she will not live to see, and asks Rasul to take special care
For the days that are coming for little Fatima, to imagine I will not dare.

Nothing remains in her name from her wealth that was so vast,
And the description of her final shroud will make you aghast.
Thus Khadijah the first and firmest Muslimah breathes her last
In the name of Allah, and in the faith to which she held fast,
She who covered the Prophet and the orphans, today there is no cloth to cover her.
How? The injustice, persecution and oppression make your eyes with tears blur.

Rasul digs her grave with his own two hands,
Then lay for a while on its dark cool sands.
In it he must lay to rest the most excellent and patient of wives,
Who was convinced and supported him when others chose to spare their lives.
When he felt lonely and deserted, burdened by the trials of this world,
She enlivened his heart, and cushioned it against the insults that were hurled.
Then he lays her in it, entrusting her to Allah,
Surely we are from Allah, and our return is to Allah!

How can he forget her, she whose love was given to him by the Divine,
Nor can we forget her, in our hearts this day we enshrine.
A day so dark, in the year of unending sorrows,
Draped in black, standing out against all the morrows.


Salaamullah 'Alayki ya Ummul Mu'mineena wal Mu'minaat Khadijatul Kubra.

S.A



Ziarat of Lady Khadijah