The Lady of Paradise in the grip of misfortunes and grief

The Lady of Paradise in the grip of misfortunes and grief

      

On the day,when the Holy Prophet (s.a.w.a.) expired, there was not a single minor or major who was not overtaken by grief. Everybody was sob­bing and weeping. Friends, relatives and kinsmen all were grief stricken and crying. There was a thick pall of gloom everywhere. But the most shocked personality on the face of earth was the daughter of the Prophet (s.a.w.a.).

A week had elapsed since the death of the Prophet yet, she (s.a.) was continuously and profusely crying and grieving. She had confined herself in her house.

On the eighth day, she could not control her emotions, and broke down sobbing. The ladies around came out hearing her laments to console her. Janabe Siddiqa Tahera (s.a.) had extinguished all lamps of her house, and was sitting in darkness to avoid recognition. Janabe Siddiqa Tahera (s.a.) overwhelmed with grief addressed her father (s.a.w.a.) as follows :

O’ Father!

O’ Messenger of Allah!

O’ Mohammed Mustafa!

O’ Abul Qasim!

O’ The anchor and shelter of orphans!

Who is there to hear the complaints of your dear daughter who is on the verge of death and who is there to do justice to her.

So saying,
she started to wear her dress in the same manner as the Holy Prophet (s.a.w.a.) used to wear. Her gait of walking was exactly similar to the Holy Prophet (s.a.w.a.). Her dress was long enveloping her feet and her vision was blurred due to continuous downpour of tears. She was unable to find her path through them. However, she reached to the sacred grave of her father (s.a.w.a.). When she caught sight of the place from where the call of prayer (Azaan) used to be sounded, she swooned and passed out. Women who were there rushed up to her and applied wat er to her face. She then regained conscious­ness and sat up, and again began to cry saying the following:

Father! my strength is failing me;

I have lost my stamina and bearing;

Enemies are torturing me;

I am being eaten away insidiously by sorrow and grief,

Father! I am lonely;

My personal affairs are causing concern to me;

Father! My voice is being subdued by brute force;

My back is broken;

An upheaval has taken place in my life;

The world has become a living hell;

O’ Father! After you, there is no one who could offer me solace and to stand by me in these trying times;

I am crying for you, but there is no one who could sympathize with me and stop me from crying;

In the present state of my physical weakness, there is no one to look towards
to;

O’ Father! After you, the place of descendence of Qur’an, and arrival of Jibraeel and Michael looks deserted and abandoned.

Father! People have turned their eyes from me and all doors were closed on me. Father!
After you I hate this world, But as long as I would be breathing, I will go on crying for you;

Father! My love towards you knows no bounds, and my sorrow will be immense.

Then she started reciting an elegy, as under:

For you my sorrow is always with me. By Allah, I say that my heart is full of your love.
Day after day, my sorrow goes on increasing. O’ Father! I will be forever sorrowful for you. The sad event of your death is very shocking to me. A heart which willy nilly accepts a solace, is indeed an enduring and a patient heart.