What strangeness is this in this unjust world, the world of hateful speeches and contradictory tendentious actions in every era that prevails according to the course of the obsolete and spiteful game... and every unfortunate event has a malicious, shifting and unstable monopoly that enjoins the evil and forbids the good, permits the evil and forbids the good... so that you can imagine the cunning of the schemes. The oppressed, defenseless individual in the lowest part of the blessed land, to the east, is an oppressor of the group armed with modern machine guns and machinery coming from the diaspora of the earth, with your blessing. After an hour, the crowds’ chatter on the screens changes about justice, equality, and fighting tyranny, despite the will of the rulers and the ruled, and the spending of millions of currencies conscientiously and generously on preserving the species. The rare occurrence of monkeys and pigs for fear that they will disappear... and exporting epidemics across borders is poison to kill an excess type of human beings...
What kind of abyss is this? Neither I nor so-and-so who is dissatisfied and has a precedence in the first place will accept to judge our religions... And if he has the right to ask the question to you... Is there anyone among you who is still a human being... who bids on the truth? It is permissible... and the greatest possibility exists... and the old continent. With its incurable leaders and how much it falls and is dying..
Heritage is the best witness to you and all the events taking place in the far east of the Asian land, Japan, and in the far south of the east, in Vietnam and Afghanistan, and for the South in general, with your obnoxious hatred and racism..
Decades ago, white invaders and red Indians, the owners of the land, were slaughtered, and the blacks did not win, with widespread ungratefulness. They were suppressed, then they came out of the bottle... and then there was a threat, hostility, and bleeding.
The blood does not stop, and whoever forgets the humiliation and treachery to live through the leap years is an occupier.. He lives humiliated, a prey to humiliation and treachery..
What kind of strength, defense, and struggle is this when the aircraft of this brutal, murderous entity destroys homes, hospitals, mosques, churches, and schools, crushing the defenseless in them, turning them into dust and rubble, and killing them dead, not distinguishing between an old man, a woman, or a child, who suffers from oppression and gets lost, buying a lifetime from his accursed killer with the bitterness of patience and worry, his groaning, and thirst? Hunger and misery are his companions, and brutality searches for his mother but does not find her, for his father and his brother, who beat him irrevocably, for his sister, for his school bag.
With the wailing of the voice in the darkness without an answer, O God, except the Angel of Death..
What kind of self-defense is this, from whom and against whom and to whom is it directed? And why was it not at that time in the morning with weapons against weapons...
What calamity this is for the free, peaceful civilians of Palestine, when its wires have been stretched out for decades in a raging crucible, and every arrogant conspirator and gambler has conspired against them, gambling with the lives of innocents to gain a position or proximity to a greater criminal who supports and supports with practical evidence on the ground and ugly words, so that the international coalition sets its nets throughout the region. In clear colonialism, all the equipment is frightening, at sea, in the air, and on land, for rebuke and war, not for deterrence and intimidation.
Sincere unity and healing of rifts are first of all, and obedient integration under the banner of the great is an imposition, so enough of the coldness and distance. Then freeze normalization, prepare an economy for a war that may last, and coordinate across all levels...
The matter is very difficult, and the pen of the wise thinker, who was tormented in excruciating pain, did not sleep. He wrote with a light weapon, and if he did not write, he would die weak, not like one who clutches the embers of an assignment, and the knot from ancient times paralyzes the limbs and binds the forearms. There is no permissible alternative to awakening in word and deed, with the hope of survival, and the intrepid leader coming from the depths of history with an inheritance. The complete and upright doctrines are ready, and all the large soldiers are masters, and Faisal is the winner of the doctrine of monotheism and the promise of glory, the Holy Lord, the Lord of the anointed angels, and the Faithful Spirit...
And whoever is panting, bewildered, and spying before the intensity of the speeches, prepares to leave, as his money has preceded him to the West. Let him leave humiliated and feel his doom in the alternative homeland, so that circles may turn around for him, and peace be upon the loyal and sincere people always.,