خلود فتاة فلسطينية تخرج لنا مشاعرها وامالها واحزانها بكل احاسيها بكل وجدنها بكل مشاعرها تقول :
فلسطينى انا اسمى فلسطينى
نقشت اسمى على كل الميادين
بخط بارز يسمو على العناوين
حروف اسمى
حروف اسمى تلاحقنى تعايشينى تغذينى
تبث النار فى روحى وتنبض فى شراينى
جبال النهر تعرفنى مغاورها وتدرينى
بذلت الطاقة الكبرى وقلت لامتى كونى
صلاح الدين فى اعماق اعماقى ينادينى
وكل عروبتى للثأر للتحرير تدعونى
وراياتي التى طويت على ربوات حطين
وصوت مؤذن الاقصى يهيب بنا اغيثونى
وألافٌ من الاسري وألافٌ المساجين
تنادى الامة الكبرى وتهتف بالملايين
تقول لهم الى القدس اليها قبلة الدينِ
الى حرب تدك الظلم تُزهق روح صهيون
وترفع فى سماء الكون اعلام فلسطين
وتهدر كلمتى تمضى
فلسطينى
فلسطينى
فلسطينى
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(Thanks "osmundo23" for translation)
Palestine , My name is Palestine
I wrote my name at all fields
with a unique font greater than all titles
The letters of my name, the letters of my name, live inside me, feed me, spread the soul and fire inside my body
The mountains of the river, knows me well
I spent all my power and ask my nation help
And Saladin was calling, calling inside me
And my Arabic origin is asking me for freedom and revenge
And those flags which were folded at Hatiin (battle)
And the caller of Al Aqsa Masjid is calling for help
And thousands of prisoners are calling for help
Calling the greater nation and calling for millions
Go to Al Quds(Jerusalem),
to a war where the oppressed are, to stop the injustice of the Zionism, and raise the flag of Palestine
My words will remain the same
Palestine, Palestine, Palestine
نسأل الله ان يحرر فلسطين السليبة وان ينصر اخوننا المجاهدين وان يحفظ الحركة الاسلامية المقاومةالمباركة حماس
والله اكبر ولله الحمد
The Translation ..
((( Come My Brother ..
Come With Me To See And Think About Our Ummah's (( Nation )) State ..
That Ummah ,, Which Was The Best Ummah ..
The Leading , The Dominating , The Teaching Ummah ..
The Ummah Which Was Supposed To Extract Humanity From The Ignorance's Swampland .And The Mud Of Darkness ..
Come To Turn The Pages Of The Past ..
The Present Is Empty Paged ..
After That Our Ummah Has Lost Leadership And Domination ,, And Became A Ravin To Every Single Deceitful Miscreant ..
And It Lost It's Pride And Freedom Throwing It Self In The Arms Of Straying And Loss ..
Come To Bring Back The Good Days And To Tear Down The Edifice Of Oppression ..
And To Raise The Flag Of Justice ,, And To Bring Back Pride And Glory ..
And We Won't Have This Until We Have Our Necks Crushed For The Sake Of GOD ..
Islam And Truth Will Raise Up Only With The Sculls Of The Good Men ..
And How Long We Have Waited That Day .. )))
What A Wound Deeply Set In The Heart Of Glory .. What A Billow Roaring In The Sea Of Humiliation ..
What A Sorrow Ummati (( My Ummah )) Even What Tears In The Eyes ,, What A Shared Sorrow ..
Ummati Oh , My Heart What Happened To You ,, Your Fortunate Territory Became Like A Graveyard ..
Every Single Part Of You Is A Sea Of Blood ,, Every Part Of You Is Platform Destroyed ..
The Defect Spear Is Planted In The Lines Of Pride And Glory Being Glanced By Eyes ..
How Many Forts Were Defeated By Us ,, But We Open Our Mouths In The Face Of Conspiracy ..
That Very Face That Takes Our Causes The Way It Takes Gags And Jokes ..
O Time Don't Blame Us ,, Our Glory That Was Buried Alive Is Voiceless ..
How Would I Complain While The Hearing Is Closed ,, And The Main Concern For Men Is Trade ..
A Group Of Them Is Selling The Religion Publicly ,, Kissing The Pretty Lady And Lushing ..
Another Group Is Staying On Treasures ,, That Doesn't Care If It Was Misery Or Protents ..
Don't Consider ,, So The Facts Are Brimfuled ,, With Grief O Ummati And The Tears Are Running ..
It's An Eve Walking Uncaring ,, It's Earning Wastes Of Playing .
Indeed ,, The Life We're Living Is Cringe ,, And We're Accepting It Even If The Ferocious Is Coming Closer ..
O GOD ,, My People Are Raising Up The Grifter ,, And Considering The Real Friend As The Trouble Maker ..
O Time Talk About Men ,, About A Time When Consciences Were Undead ..
Will I Ever Be Able To See You One Day Writing Glorious Deeds With Glory For Us ..
This Is My Long Timed Dream To See You Prideful And I Know GOD Is Capable ..
Ask Maha about Gaza, perhaps she will narrate the story of its bleeding wound,
Perhaps she will draw the features of her destroyed home that now have no signs of existence,
And perhaps she may recognize the remains of her sister and neighbors face under the ruins
Ask Maha about the relentless injustice ceasing the life of the flowers of Palestine,And how her mother disappeared in the darkest immoral nights,
In a bloodshed era where my people witnessed humiliation and shame,
And the bitterness of the question of the childrens whereabouts unanswered.
Their frayed bodies that beam as stars with pure luminance beneath the rubble.Where are the women remembered by their bands and bags,
Whose absence tells the tale of destruction
About the fist with remnants of a veil beneath the sands of rubble,
What am I to say to you when hope has deserted me as a tree is left fruitless
What am I to say when I am incapable of seeing my family,When the face of darkness unites to spare them the suffering of day,
And the broken bread beneath the rubble remains witness to the secret of our home no more
خرج الحسين من مكة قاصدا أرض العراق, حاول منعه كثير من الصحابه
و نصحوه بعدم الخروج
لماذا؟
لأنهم يحبونه
و كان ابن عمر بمكة فبلغه أن الحسين قد توجه إلى العراق
هل جلس في بيته أم لحقه؟
بل لحقه على مسيرة ثلاث ليال, فلما أدركه قال له أين تريد؟
قال: العراق, و هذه كتبهم و رسائلهم و بيعتهم
الحسين رضي الله عنه غرر به, قال له ابن عمر: لا تأتهم لا تأتهم
فأبى أن يرجع, فاعتنقه ابن عمر و بكى و قال: أستودعك الله من قتيل
أستودعك الله من قتيل
مضى الحسين إلى الكوفة
فلا إله الله إلا, فلكأني أنظر إلى تلك الزمره, و لكأني أنظر إلى ذلك الجمع المبارك
فيهم من؟
فيهم أطهر من ولدتهم أمهاتهم, و على رأسهم الحسين رضي الله عنه
ومضيت حسين إلى سفر
والأمة أرقها السفر
وقفت تثنيك بلا جدوى
ودموع الصحبة تنحدر
ساروا في ركبك أياماً
أملاً والحب له صور
وإذا أجرى الله قضاءاً
مفعولا لا ينفع حذر
وخرجت لتحيي أمتنا
وهناك يسابقها القدر
ومشيت تلاحظك الدنيا
وفؤاد الأمة يستعر
في ركبك سار أبو بكر
والزينب فيهم والعمر
زمر كالصبح جلالتها
هم نور الأرض المنتشر
لم تدرِ بأنك محصور
ورعاع الكوفة قد غدروا
أعطوك عهوداً ودماراً
وحبال الخائن منبتر
باعوكم من ثمن بخس
ممحوقٍ والعقبى سقر
Al-Husain went out of Mecca heading to the land of Iraq, many of the companions tried to stop him, advised him not to go out
Why?
Because they love him!
Son of Omar was in Mecca where he was told that Al-Husain is heading to Iraq
Did he set in his house or did he follow him?
He followed him!
He reached him after a three days journey and asked him: where are you heading to?
He said: Iraq. And these are their decrees, messages and agreements
Al-Husain peace be upon him was imperilled,
Son of Omar told him: Dont go to them! Dont go to them!
But Husain refused to go back
Then, son of Omar embraced him, crying and said: I trust you to God (farewell), youre murdered!
I trust you to God (farewell), youre murdered!
Al-Husain went on to Al-Koofa
I feel that Im looking at them right now!
I feel that Im seeing this blessed gathering!
Who are they?
They are the purest of people that were ever born, and on the head of them is Husain may peace be upon him
Husain, there you left into a journey
And the nation was wary of this journey
Standing there trying to stop you, with no use
While the tears of the companions were pouring
They walked with you for days
Hoping, carrying love in all its forms
But when God destines something, it is done and no caution shall be useful
You went out to revive our nation, and there was destiny competing with it
You walked with the eyes of the world glancing at you, while the heart of the nation was burning up
In your company was an Abu bakir, a Zainab and an Omar
A group as glorious as the morning, they are the spreading light of the earth
You didnt know that you were trapped, that the raff of Koofa have betrayed you
They gave you pacts and promises, while their threads of betrayal were cut off
They sold you cheaply, and their destination is to be Hades
Yesterdays' arrow is still hidden in the heart
And I'm folding the wound in my ribs , O Jerusalem
I pass by fearfully with humiliation burdening me
But I've never been locked up by Despair
What sort of crimes have been committed in your niche?!
The land has been polluted by whom dirt dropped on
Long time ago, My misdeed was [O Jerusalem] being tempted by wealth, illusions and cups [desires]
So I sold the inheritance of my fathers for free, was what I sold easy [worthless]? Did my soul accept it?
So I walked out carrying my burdens [responsibility] on my shoulders
Neither the Land nor the grave are opening their door for me
My boat is shaking in the seas of straying
And there's no shore, will it ever be able to anchor
I have awakened with revenge mumbling inside of me
Strength and wellness have been awaking by it's echo
And there is no other than the blood of my heart for me to give
To wash humiliation off your sides, O Jerusalem
Its about time for the night to tale off it's marks
And for the sun to rise above the green humps
25:36 And the true servants of the Most Merciful are those who walk the earth with humility and when the ignorant address them, they respond with words of peace.
أأخي لا تشك المذلة باكيا
فألى متى ستظل تبكي شاكيا
اتطيب نفسا ان تثير مدامعي
مثل النوائح ينتحبن سواسيا
اتظن ان العز يرجعه البكا
فالمجد صار قصائدا وامانيا
قل بربك هل تريد نصيحتي
اني سالتك فاستمع لسؤاليا
اوليس موتي في حياتي مرة
لما لا يكون ختامها استشهاديا
لما سمت نفس الشهيد مطالبا
اعلى الاله له المكانة عاليا
في جوف طير في الجنان محلقا
ومغردا فوق القصور وشاديا
مع اصفياء الخلق في فردوسها
والانبياء وصحبهم جيرانيا
وارى اله العالمين كما يرى
بدر التمام على المشارف باديا
سبع يفوز بها الشهيد كرامة
ان كنت ذا لب فقل لي ما هيا
فالذنب يغفر عند اول قطرة
وارى المكانة في المنازل عاليا
والقبر يؤمن هوله وعذابه
يا فرحة ومن القيامة ناجيا
ومتوجا تاج الوقار وشافعا
في ذي القرابة قاصيا او دانيا
والحور ترقب في اشتياق مقدمي
يا طلعة فيها الدواء لدائيا
طرف العيون لوجنتيها جارح
سكر الجمال بلحظها متعديا
لما رات عيناي لحظ عيونها
سكنت لذائذ لحظها اعماقيا
لما نظرت احترت في قسماتها
اي الثمار ينال ثغري جانيا
فاقت خيال المادحين لوصفها
صب الجمال على الجمال فأرويا
...desperate for husnul-khitaam...
please make dua that Allah grants me a good end (to my life). please make dua that Allah guides me.
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