garmche said that we have been forgotten, but we are screaming in spite of it slanders and pessimism are like names. palestinians, brick by brick, if we became a wall , victory after victory, we broke down, and we became many. palestine is the scarred geography of arab history. say that no resolution has been interrupted by many mothers. i have seen your sorrow, how a boy with two brown eyes and gray hair became a part of wolves , i swear by noah and by the spirit of all the storms, by the soil and the blood of the hearts of muslims, may the gap of the kaaba be more prosperous than tawaf, and may god enter zulfikar he will be faced with the insurance of the stone , which will be insured again, the khyber will be split into two halves, the sedition that sifts through the night and he cleanses from the holy of holies, tell the generation of marhab that our wounds are useless, our astonishment and long sermons are the secret of our zeal, there is still the first flame in our hearts , there is still the voice of amen behind our prayers . ali, we said that the shadow of this love is still

garmche said that we have been forgotten, but the larynx of the cry that remained our name despite the slander and cynicism, but the palestinians are brick in brick. if we became a wall, generation after generation , we broke it, and we became many. palestine is your scarred geography, the shame of arab history. say that no resolution has interrupted your grieving mothers. i have seen how a boy with two brown eyes and gray hair joined the den of wolves. i swear by noah and by the spirit. all the storms, i swear by the soil and the blood of the hearts of muslims, may the gap of the kaaba be more prosperous than tawaf , and may zulfikar of god enter the confrontation, what insurance will be given to the stone, this will be insurance, the river of khaybar will be divided into two halves again , the fear of sedition that sifts the night and clean it makes the generation of marhab from quds. tell me that the wounds are in vain, our astonishment and our pride are long, the secret of our zeal is still in our hearts, the first flame is still behind our prayers, the voice of amen is still behin