Without being expelled (665) ................... Stay away, stay away, do not approach the Duke of the one who witnessed my love. I once cried from longing and called out, and your heart is always my home, oppressed by your deprivation, and remember that I am yearning for your pain. Without being expelled, there are no promises between us, nor were we your loved ones. If you forgot my aching heart, I do not know the day of your door. My life was lost with you between the bitterness of your cruelty and the feeling of your tenderness. And longing threw me on an arrogant path. It forgot you about your dreams. You insulted me. I gave you up and accepted your sorrows and disguised. You stood up on the day of your weakness, and I was your safety. Live on Other than what you have more than that, that I have your death and the rose with its thorn is with you. A farewell to your pains and your path on the day of the upheaval, oppressed, incubator of your delusions. You will live and be poured from the same cup. Go back to your days. Written by.. Sabri Raslan.
كمال الدين حسين على The guerrilla. He is steadfast, if he advances proudly, he never falters in the path and elevation, he wades through fire and darkness, and with determination, he throws a barrage and fire upon a scoundrel who is criminal and mean without prohibition. He always loves injustice. How much meanness we see in him, then a face that is charred. Every free person with it has fallen in love with the hand of determination. They are unleashed in the depths and wars like a lion, who frowns and shakes. Rocks and mountains he approached You kept secret, how much secrets passed between your situation and the moment that they did not speak. The entirety of my participation in the debate of the fighter, Kamal al-Din Hussein Ali.
There is a difference:- Words by / Mahmoud Rizq Muhammad ****** There is a difference............... Between our tunnels and your tunnels there is a difference... ...There is a difference between our certainty and your terror... There is a difference between our sincerity and your hypocrisy............... There is a difference between our Lord and your devils, you are the sons of Zion.. ....And we are your enemies. You are the worst tyrants......And we will fight you if your arrogance is arrogant........We are your earthquake. If the world is with you.....then we will be your end. We are dead in Paradise....and in Hell are your killers. God is our protector and our helper.....and you have no protector ******************************
Titled (Wounds of My People) #With my pen. Musad Ali Al-Bukhiti from Yemen Al-Bukhiti said, “Everything is healed with the permission of our dear Lord Al-Bari, and the wounds of all my people are healed and they live on. The descendants of kings are free, and the tragedies and sadness are in my grave in all parts and countries. We change the gloomy, dusty atmosphere after the storms with heavy rains, and every oppressor in Yemen who is arrogant will burn on the day my fire is lit, and I am a Yemeni donkey.” A free knight, known for my faith and my resolve. Do not be independent of my strength when I am patient with the fool, the seducer, and my manager. I am the ruler of wisdom, and my thoughts are subject to the command of my secrets. I am patient while I am approaching the goal by a hand. I measure the situation before my decision, and I determine my goals accurately. I cross and trample the battlefield like I can, and I am mighty in strength. My sword is drawn, and all are with the Yemeni sword. I wage war. Karar has fallen and turned, and my enemy has entered the core of my hurricane. All the past ages have reported great news about Al-Yamani. Oh, how many kingdoms, how many countries whose kings I used to force to obey me. I forced the Persians and the Ethiopians, the Berbers, the Romans, the Turks, and the Tatars. And I was the first supporter of the warning Prophet, the one whom God bestowed guidance on and chose. I believed what he did, and his people disavowed it, and I protected him. Among them in my home, I believed in him sincerely, and he was rejoicing, and he said, “You are my strength and my supporters,” and I raised my sword toward the sky, and I grow up and fight the people of evil. You are the infidels. May my prayers be pure and pure upon the pure Prophet. May his blessings be upon the best of mankind, my reader. #Greetings___to all
O soul of the heart, written by Safaa Al-Sayyid, O soul of the heart and the weariness of the years, I still know that you are bleeding. They think that you will forget, but the heart is still beating. O soul of the heart and hope of the years, I still know that your right is certainty. We will not forget you, no matter how long the years go. Your right is a legitimate right, even after a while, and it will come even if After a while, God's promise is true, that injustice will not continue and will not be underestimated, no matter how many years go by. God is great, O Gaza, O soul of the heart, soon joy and victory are coming.
يا روح القلب
بقلم صفاء السيد
يا روح القلب وتعب السنين ما زلت اعرف انك تنزفين يعتقدون انك ستنسين ولكن ما زال القلب ينبض يا روح القلب وامل السنين ما زلت اعلم ان حقك هو اليقين لن ننساك مهما طالت السنين حقك هو حق مشروع ولو بعد حين وسياتي ولو بعد حين وعد الله حق ان الظلم لا يستمر ولا يستهان به مهما طالت السنين فالله اكبر يا غزه يا روح القلب قريبا الفرح والنصرقادمين
The moon has departed from me ************** The moon has departed from me and the darkness has spread and it burned, oh my candle. I am to blame. I sang too much about the stars. Am I not that lovelorn lover or did I count that orphaned infant? I heard nothing in this night except the sound of an owl. Where are the songs? The blackbird has fallen asleep. Hearts have died and there is no way forward. The letters of love have been martyred in the sea. Covenants are no longer anything but contracts and bridles. We are nostalgic for the times of grandmother and mother. Even if life is difficult, there is harmony. We adore, love, and part on the same day. This is the state of our time. Toxins of hypocrisy and lies flow through the minds. A quarrelsome grape, laugh at the time when a woman drove her husband with a bridle, and he who repented, thanked his Lord, and was upright won. ...Poet A. Muhammad Bliq/ Hamidou Morocco 2024@
Wounded Gaza and Gaza. so. She called on the grandparents to protect childhood from such hatred. What did Gaza gain from the masters? Look. Sore hearts. I have never hugged any of my grandchildren. It is shameful for me to say I am Arab because of the diaspora. Incoming. And every one of them who abandoned this Palestine has cried from the intensity and tears of the calamities. Like the tears of someone in love or someone. He became like thieves. Hearts are clean. Everyone knows the pain of the longing poet Faleh Al-Saadi
