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Poem [#Mother_of_Existence] Performed by #Yahya_Affara Poet #Mithaq_Al-Hamdani Mixing Mahdi Aliq Montage Hussein Safa Husseiniya Sayyida Taw’a Official accounts of the Radood Yahya Afara Facebook: / al.radood.yehia.afara Instagram: / yehia.afara Telegram: https://t.me/yehiaafara Lyrics of the poem: Oh, my life.. This is my hand that I strove for and I wail Oh, kiss me.. With these eyes, tears prayed And you are my life’s servant before them.. I will conclude it And the one who will finish it There is no one like him Oh, the great one.. How generous is the one who comes to you Her eyes will open Take my hand, lost by Al-Hussein I came and your sadness is a homeland seeking Your tenderness, O Zahra From every fear in this age You are the mother of all existence You are not only the mother of Al-Hassan Yes, my mother.. Your consolation is my concern.. Your satisfaction is my dream O, O Zahra.... I am not flattering.. Rather, I am fighting And at your door, the faith that does not defend.. I mean defend And in your squeeze, let his hand be the heart A poet.. I mean a poet And the one who does not feel, we do not want this This is our love.. Even if We are tired of healing wounds with a poem, God forbid we flatter that door-pusher, that kindness in your eyes, the light of friendship Your tears run at night, but your ribs are of no use, they say that you, Zahra, are hurt by the passion of the abyss You saw the slap, touched the ribs, shed tears Oh, Zahra, service is my duty, I am satisfied until God is satisfied with it Stay in my hand, and do not increase it, so that I may keep pampering you Give him my livelihood, Qatar, I know that my excessive pampering hurts My path is paved, my heart is thirsty Don't let them take him, O Al-Zajiyah Love is longing and tears at night, and he who does not cry is an attraction to love, and he who does not come to break his ribs His whole life he has not known how to love, so that my days are spent in love, service, longing, tears, and lamentation For you, O Fatima, my tears continue, and my name is servant, O Zahra