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A human houri Al-Radoud: Basem Al-Karbala'i Poet: Ali Al-Saqay Edition: Ruh wa Khawatir Editing and implementation: Aloush BK Lyrics of the poem: A human houri.... And upon her are the best prayers with the hidden secrets.... She revived the entire world of life, not Eve or Mary.... No, rather the most honorable and greatest, I mean Fatima Al-Zahra.... In her, the Creator only knows, glory be to Him, who has the power. He inspired Al-Zahra with Al-Kawthar. Gabriel conveyed it to her, and the Chosen One was delighted. Physical in appearance and the theology of Jerusalem appears if the cloak of formation is lifted from the essence a few from the Chosen One Ahmad .... it became one and only Fatima came as a sign of her sublimity from her height .... God chose her for creation with her beauty .... and the noble Taha gave her the lady of women .... in all times .... a secret from eternity is obscure * * in the highest world and with the Creator connected without intermediary and inspiration she narrates about The goddess is crowned with his best and with his lights, she is the exception’s niche for the people of heaven. Before her, every matter is from God, her owner.... Or his angels serve her. She is the highest of arguments, an argument that must be obeyed.... With the sublime, whoever connects her with the meanings like her.... Chastity and honor are her adornment. The mine of faith.... The logic of the Quran.... In the name of the Creator, she speaks * * The secret of the throne with her, and the Giver gives. Why, with the mandate of creation, this world is in her hands, oh, she is the one to be compared to? May the Creator bless her, the highest, a jewel among the two eagles. Her Creator distinguished her. If she were a woman, the Almighty would send... other than the flower, what would He choose from the treasure of her Lord's kindness? In her, He found the most sublime protection. From this majesty, there is wisdom that remains at the highest rank and name. And she is a star for guidance, daughter of the Chosen One. A star at dawn... that lights up the darkest world. * * Her virtues are great, no one is like her The thread of dawn from the light of her spinning wheel The rosary of her voluntary prayers is for everyone Her joy and her heavens revolve between her fingers And paradise without her princess... No, her neighborhood is not worth the eternal paradise With her, it became a paradise for the people... And in her name, a gap sings She is a paradise for her lions... May God be pleased with her All the pleasure of the worshipped one... is tied to her shadow... and whoever hates her will be in hell