Soft-stepping the straight path she walks,
Fatima bint Asad,
Walking on the whisper of The One.

On laboured step,
Held on the arm of prayer,
Called to the House of God, she comes.

Facing hard wall with soft pure heart,
Stone wall now like the Red Sea parts,
To sanctuary she steps within.

Her womb within the womb of prayer,
Holds her son in occultation
Behind a veil of stone.

He's fed by her blood,
As our faith will be fed,
By his blood and the blood of his sons.

Aliyah (Rebecca Hambrook)
June 2009