.. Where is the conscience.. Written by.. Al-Zahra Al-Anaq.. اين الضمير.. بقلم.. الزهره العناق..
... Where is the conscience.... I will tell the beloved Muhammad to oppress the human soul, kill it, and burn it with all arrogance in front of the eyes of all Arabs. I am the child, the mother, the father, the young, and the old. I am the teacher, the engineer, the farmer, and the doctor. Where is the conscience, and where is the neighbor’s shame on me? The neighbor, I am the victim. I have become a stranger in my homeland. I am the victim and the martyr, O nation of Muhammad. I ask God to protect us from the evil of the beautiful in appearance and the evil of what is unseen. My ending is musk and amber, and I am proud, but I am saddened by the state of the wounded, the damaged, and the depressed. I am the Palestinian. I have been deprived of my rights in front of millions. I am besieged and deprived of... Roaming and perhaps oxygen will become a demand. I will never forget my dark days. Bombing urges and I will never forget who contributed to this war. Where is human justice and the protection of children’s rights? Or is it just ink on paper and a lie? We understood the lesson that there is no life for the weak and survival of the strongest in a time of plunder. I will not cry. I will not mourn the loss of a martyr. Rather, I will underline in red the violence, marginalization, and plunder. There is no life with the enemies of truth. I will write it in all languages so that foreigners can understand it. Where is the upbringing and learning, and where are the Islamic values? Or is there no room to talk because it is something that tears the heart? I will tell the beloved about the spread of mediocrity, the oppression of the poor, and the pursuit of stardom on the banks of the valleys of deception and lies. Alas, for those who are alive but dead in feelings and conscience, in what face the beloved will face him, and what he will say to the Lord, the flower of the embrace.
🕊️ ... أين الضمير ....🕊️
سأخبر الحبيب محمد بقهر النفس البشرية
و قتلها و حرقها بكل غطرسة أمام عيون كل العرب
أنا الطفل و الأم و الأب و الصغير و الشيخ
أنا المعلم و المهندس و الفلاح و الطبيب
أين الضمير و أين عار الجار على الجار
أنا المتضرر أصبحت في و طني غريب
أنا الضحية و الشهيد يا أمة محمد
أطلب الله يكفينا شر لطفاء المظهر و شر ما في الغيب
خاتمتي مسك و عنبر و أفتخر
لكن يحزنني حال الجريح و المعطوب و المكئتب
أنا الفلسطيني حرمت من حقوقي أمام الملايين
محاصر محروم من التجوال وربما الأوكسجين سيصبح تحث الطلب
... Where is the conscience.... I will tell the beloved Muhammad to oppress the human soul, kill it, and burn it with all arrogance in front of the eyes of all Arabs. I am the child, the mother, the father, the young, and the old. I am the teacher, the engineer, the farmer, and the doctor. Where is the conscience, and where is the neighbor’s shame on me? The neighbor, I am the victim. I have become a stranger in my homeland. I am the victim and the martyr, O nation of Muhammad. I ask God to protect us from the evil of the beautiful in appearance and the evil of what is unseen. My ending is musk and amber, and I am proud, but I am saddened by the state of the wounded, the damaged, and the depressed. I am the Palestinian. I have been deprived of my rights in front of millions. I am besieged and deprived of... Roaming and perhaps oxygen will become a demand. I will never forget my dark days. Bombing urges and I will never forget who contributed to this war. Where is human justice and the protection of children’s rights? Or is it just ink on paper and a lie? We understood the lesson that there is no life for the weak and survival of the strongest in a time of plunder. I will not cry. I will not mourn the loss of a martyr. Rather, I will underline in red the violence, marginalization, and plunder. There is no life with the enemies of truth. I will write it in all languages so that foreigners can understand it. Where is the upbringing and learning, and where are the Islamic values? Or is there no room to talk because it is something that tears the heart? I will tell the beloved about the spread of mediocrity, the oppression of the poor, and the pursuit of stardom on the banks of the valleys of deception and lies. Alas, for those who are alive but dead in feelings and conscience, in what face the beloved will face him, and what he will say to the Lord, the flower of the embrace. 
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