On the very edge the living earth dared to replicate Queen Fathima The Queen of Heaven’s footstep. That way is blessed bedewed is the destination de jour graced by thousands of prophets of God!
In the name of Allah she descended on the Night of Ascension. From the Night of Measures unlike the rest none can enumerate it yet an unnumbered zone in the perfect geometrised transcended location.
The earth steps in the gap making way for her: The only asymmetric golden ratio slips out to the symmetric prophet flock! Sequenced in symmetric phi she moves on in the veil, reveals her unique divine relation, the front burner for sure is ever closer to God!
So pretty classy she is the paragon work of art the sunrise amidst the eternal night. Her beauty in her shadow is burning fire she is 'Zahra' pure light the luminary dynamo the only one woman had no shadow!
The great women flocked and mirrored the earth treading across every atom on that angle perfectly aligned down the Moon. Until those beneath the skin atoms bang, explode, on approaching the behemoth, the vibration beneath Fathima’s foot!
The ocean billows up feels life on the high floating on the clouds. Choreographed like a little dew hanging low on the rose. Just to drop down on that hot spot like a cool honey drop.
Even the Moon on the horizon fancies to sip from this drop. Ah, the lunar punter is rowing down. The sleeping beauty wakes up eyes are on the moonlight silver dance. Eying on every star in the night the Moon is floating down. The seven seas sing out in the dark bubbling with exuberant fireflies that would gleefully rock the moonlight boat over to the cup of this pretty little drop.
Poetry in motion is a sea on the ground the same is known as the Moon in the sky! The storylines jump ever more on that way over the shady grove. Painting the colour of the winds the sky rains down on that spot singing the sweetest title song.
Never was a woman prophet of God to the one primitive woman, the leading lady 'Sayeedatun Nessa' Queen Fathima heaven is no secret, it is an open mirror! For her heaven is made an open book the first batch of houris came to be tuning into mellifluous sounds of her toes. The earth in its primitive water first moved on bang, Big Bang, soon she drops in it her hair lock. She's the hidden gem in the secret end of God!
For the planetary ebb and flow on the way heaven the planet earth is the only stepping stone. No matter how many times it tries on there will still be an unturned stone. Until the very one the original woman, the Queen Fathima steps on.
Her presence connects the dots the nadir and zenith perfectly line up intersect into one grand perfect circle. She will close it with the pi once for all without a gap spilling new decimal. Putting it all on the map ‘as above, so below’, all in all, like it's in pure scientia scenario.
Heaven will open its grand door where the queen will stand on. No more reverse engineering physically the original, Fathima will step on, on the last turned stone. From the one great woman paradise starts from here on from beneath the mother’s foot!