فصل [ في زهدها عليها السلام ] السيد بن طاوس من كتاب زهد النبي صلى الله عليه وآله لأبي جعفر أحمد القمي ، أنه لما نزلت هذه الآية على النبي صلى الله عليه وآله ، * ( وإن جهنم لموعدهم أجمعين لها سبعة أبواب لكل باب منهم جزء مقسوم ) * بكى النبي صلى الله عليه وآله بكاء شديدا وبكت صحابته لبكائه ، ولم يدروا ما نزل به جبرئيل ولم يستطع أحد من صحابته أن يكلمه ، وكان النبي صلى الله عليه وآله ، إذا رأى فاطمة ( عليها السلام ) فرح بها ، فانطلق بعض أصحابه إلى باب بيتها فوجد بين يديها شعيرا وهي تطحن فيه وتقول : * ( وما عند الله خير وأبقى ) * فسلم عليها ، وأخبرها بخبر النبي صلى الله عليه وآله وبكائه فنهضت والتفت بشملة لها خلقة قد خيطت في اثني عشر مكانا بسعف النخل ، فلما خرجت نظر سلمان الفارسي إلى الشملة وبكى وقال : واحزناه إن بنات قيصر وكسرى لفي السندس والحرير وابنة محمد صلى الله عليه وآله عليها شملة صوف خلقة قد خيطت في اثني عشر مكانا ؟

Section [on her asceticism, peace be upon her]. Al-Sayyid b. Tawus, from the book Zuhd al-Nabi, may God bless him and his Family, of Abu Ja'far Ahmad al-Qummi: that when this verse was revealed to the Prophet, may God bless him and his Family — “and truly Hell is the promised place for them all; it has seven gates, and to each gate belongs an allotted portion of them” — the Prophet, may God bless him and his Family, wept bitterly, and his companions wept at his weeping, and they did not know what Gabriel had brought down to him, and none of his companions was able to speak to him. Now the Prophet, may God bless him and his Family, when he saw Fatima, peace be upon her, would rejoice at her. So one of his companions went off to the door of her house and found before her barley which she was grinding, and she was saying: “and what is with God is better and more lasting.” He greeted her and told her the news of the Prophet, may God bless him and his Family, and of his weeping. So she rose and wrapped herself in a worn mantle of hers that had been patched in twelve places with palm fibre. When she came out, Salman the Persian looked at the mantle and wept and said: Alas for my sorrow! The daughters of Caesar and Chosroes are in fine silk and brocade, and the daughter of Muhammad, may God bless him and his Family, wears a worn woollen mantle patched in twelve places!

فلما دخلت فاطمة عليها السلام على النبي صلى الله عليه وآله قالت : يا رسول الله ، إن سلمان تعجب من لباسي فوالذي بعثك بالحق ، مالي وعلي عليه السلام منذ خمس سنين إلا مسك كبش نعلف عليه بالنهار بعيرنا ، فإذا كان الليل افترشناه ، وإن مرفقتنا لمن أدم حشوها ليف ، فقال النبي صلى الله عليه وآله يا سلمان إن ابنتي لفي الخيل السوابق .

When Fatima, peace be upon her, came in to the Prophet, may God bless him and his Family, she said: O Messenger of God, Salman marvelled at my dress. By Him who sent you with the truth, for five years now 'Ali and I have had nothing but a single sheepskin: by day we set fodder on it for our camel, and when night comes we spread it beneath us. And our pillow is of hide stuffed with palm fibre. The Prophet, may God bless him and his Family, said: O Salman, my daughter is among the foremost of the racers.

ثم قالت : يا أبتاه فديتك ما الذي أبكاك ؟

Then she said: Father, may I be your ransom, what has made you weep?

فذكر لها ما نزل به جبرئيل من الآيتين المتقدمتين ، قال : فسقطت فاطمة عليها السلام على وجهها وهي تقول : " الويل ثم الويل لمن دخل النار " فسمع سلمان ، فقال : يا ليتني كنت كبشا لأهلي ، فأكلوا لحمي ومزقوا جلدي ، ولم أسمع بذكر النار ، وقال أبو ذر : يا ليت أمي كانت عاقرا ولم تلدني ولم أسمع بذكر النار ، وقال مقداد : يا ليتني كنت طائرا في القفار ، ولم يكن علي حساب

So he told her what Gabriel had brought down of the two verses mentioned above. He said: And Fatima, peace be upon her, fell upon her face, saying: Woe, and again woe, to whoever enters the Fire! Salman heard it and said: Would that I were a ram belonging to my family, that they might eat my flesh and tear my skin, and that I had never heard mention of the Fire. And Abu Dharr said: Would that my mother had been barren and had never borne me, and that I had never heard mention of the Fire. And Miqdad said: Would that I were a bird in the wastelands, and that there were no reckoning upon me