Ek Yateema Aisi Bhi Thi

Haa Tumhare Watan Mein Hi Rehti Thi Wo Badshah E Madina Ki Beti Thi Wo Baap Ke Baad Itne Masayab Pade Apne Ghar Mein Sahare Se Chalti Thi Wo Gham Uthaati Rahi Kham Kamar Hogayi Naujawani Mein Hi Jo Zaeefa Hui

Yes, she lived in your very homeland. She was the daughter of the King of Medina. After her father, such calamities befell her that she walked in her own home with support. She kept bearing grief until her back became bent; she became an old woman while still in her youth.

Zaalimo Ne Yun Baba Ka Pursa Diya Jalta Darwaza Uspe Giraya Gaya Dar Ke Neeche Thi Wo Dar Hata Na Saki Haath Bhi Jal Gaye Pehlu Zakhmi Hua Log Chal Kar Yahan Se Gaye Jab Wahan Paon Rakh Rakh Ke Todi Gayi Phasliyan

This is how the oppressors offered condolences for her father: a burning door was thrown upon her. She was beneath the door and could not move it; her hands were burned and her side was wounded. When the people walked from here to there, they stepped [on her] and broke her ribs.

Wo Zaeefa Kahani Sunati Rahi Aur Masoom Aansu Bahati Rahi Gaal Neele Hai Jaise Tumhare Abhi Uske Gaalon Ki Rangat Bhi Aisi Hi Thi Saamne Usko Beton Ke Maara Gaya Waqt Ye Na Kisi Maa Pe Aaye Kabhi Shaahzadi Suno Kitni Bebas Thi Wo Ghar Mein Bachon Se Chehra Chupati Thi Jo

That old lady kept telling the story and shedding innocent tears. "Your cheeks are blue just like yours are now; the color of her cheeks was also just like that. She was beaten in front of her children—may such a time never come upon any mother. Listen, Princess, how helpless she was, she who used to hide her face from her children in the house."

Jis Tarha Tere Kaano Se Hai Khoon Rawan Kaan Uske Bhi Zakhmi Thay Ay Meri Jaan Itni Shiddat Se Zaalim Ne Maara Usay Toot Kar Khaak Pe Gir Gayi Baliyan Beti Bin Baap Ki Dard Seh Na Saki Haath Kano Pe Rakh Kar Wo Roti Rahi

Just as blood flows from your ears, her ears were also wounded, O my life. The oppressor struck her with such intensity that her earrings broke and fell onto the dust. The daughter, without her father, could not bear the pain; she kept weeping with her hands placed over her ears.

Pani Uth Uth Ke Jisko Pilaati Thi Wo Loriyan De Ke Jisko Sulaati Thi Wo Haath Chadar Mein Us Se Chupane Lagi Haath Phailaake Jisko Bulaati Thi Wo Kaise Kehti Wo Maa Mere Dil Meri Jaan Taziyano Se Zakhmi Sab Ungliyan

She who used to lift [them] up to give them water, she who used to sing lullabies to put them to sleep—she began to hide her hands in her chador, she who used to call [them] by extending her hands. How could she say, "Mother, my heart, my life," when all her fingers were wounded by lashes?

Uska Marna Bhi Sab Se Chupaya Gaya Chauda Logon Mein Ghar Se Janaza Utha Uski Chalees Qabrein Banayi Gayi Bas Ye Sunte Hi Bachi Ne Rokar Kaha Ay Zaeefa Suno Meri Dadi Thi Wo Mujhko Jaldi Batao Ke Tum Kaun Ho

Even her death was hidden from everyone. Her funeral procession left the house with only fourteen people. Forty graves were made for her. Just hearing this, the child wept and said, "O old lady, listen, that was my grandmother. Tell me quickly, who are you?"

Haath Pehlu Se Apne Uthaate Huwe Zakmi Chehre Se Parda Hataate Huwe Ay Raza Aur Zeeshan Rone Lagi Ye Sakina Ko Zehra Bataate Huwe Mera Virsa Ho Tum Mera Chehra Ho Tum Ab Samajh Aaya Kyun Choti Zehra Ho Tum

Lifting her hand from her side, removing the veil from her wounded face, O Raza and Zeeshan, she began to weep, revealing herself to Sakina as Zahra. "You are my legacy, you are my face. Now I understand why you are the little Zahra."