My darling daughter, You were named after a heroine of old.I narrate to you the story of one who was bold.She lived in a time when women were told;'You are worth as much as the amount;for which you were sold.'Enslaved by the tyranny of mens decree,Th...
My darling daughter,
You were named after a heroine of old.
I narrate to you the story of one who was bold.
She lived in a time when women were told;
'You are worth as much as the amount;
for which you were sold.'
Enslaved by the tyranny of mens decree,
The world cried out to be freed.
Then came the Prophet to emancipate all,
from the servitude of men to the servitude of God.
Her people gave the Prophet sanctuary,
As from His beloved land He had to flee.
Nusaybah stood by the Prophet when the two sides met for war,
And fought for the cause.
She protected Him from right to left
As the enemies swarmed
Struck with many blows still not bowed
She remained firm even when the battle was lost.
Honoured by the best man of all.
Good over came evil with struggle.
My dearest, life is easier for you I pray,
But should it get woe-some one day,
And your father is no longer here,
Do not fear; enter the fray
Accept not oppression over you,
Fight it with truth.
Remember the story of the one who stood;
For what was right until she was covered in her own blood.
Should I be around on such day,
We will stand together and face the waves.