may the gap of the kaaba be more prosperous than tawaf, and zulfikar, may god enter into the confrontation, what is the insurance of the stone, that this will be insurance , the night of khyber will be divided into two halves again, the evil of fitna, which sifts the night and makes pakistan , tell me from quds, the generation of marhab, who is free from wounds. 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. we said this shore to the wave, yes, yes, to every breath we took, or ali, the shadow of this love is still on the moon, hazrat siddiq is still the mother of the moon, i swear by hayahavi in ​​silence, i swear by the night and the giggles of qanowt, i swear by insanity by this reason, the copper of the breath. swear to the rocket company that the driver of the storm is coming, the sound of khyber khyber is heard. i swear by the swamp of my fingers. the enemy's effort is the last effort of the carcass. god has spoken to the end of the forerunner of his will . by the age of

and to the singing of the hearts of the muslims, may the gap of the kaaba be more prosperous than tawafonishment and the sermons are long, the path of our zeal is still in our hearts , there is still the first flame behind our prayers, the voice of amen is still behind our prayers. the shadow of this love is over us, hazrat sadiq is still our mother. i swear to the noise in the silence, i swear to the night the laughter of qanoot swears by insanity, by this professional intellect , swears by breath, swears by the rocket company, see that the thunderbolt of the storm is coming, the sound of khaybar is heard. i swear by the swamp of the fingers, which is on mush , the effort of the enemy is the end of the carcass, god has spoken his will to the front line, i swear by the era of the jewish effort , it is in vain, news has come that the spring season is near. the lord's promise is near, the world is pregnant with a great slaughter, o world-bearers, they have ambushed our breasts , the archers of the world are pregnant, it is made of blood, blood , blood , the blood of our world is palestine

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 over us, hazrat sadiq is still our mother. i swear by the clamor in the silence, i swear by the noise, by the night and the giggles of qanoot, i swear by the madness of madness , i swear by this professional intellect, i swear by my breath, i swear by the missile company , see that the lightning of the storm is coming, the sound of khyber is heard. i swear by the swamp of my fingers. the enemy's effort is the last effort of the carcass. god he has decided to go to the front line. i swear

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 behind our prayers, on this shore, we said yes to the wave, we said yes to every breath we took, or we said ali, the shadow of this love is still on our heads. hazrat sediq is still the mother of the moon , i swear to hayahuvi in ​​silence, i swear to the night and the giggles of qanoot swear by madness, by the same mind, a professional swears by the breath of a missile company, swear by the storm driver, the sound of khyber's roar is heard, i swear by the fingers that are on the palm of my hand, the effort of the enemy,

the soil and by the blood of the hearts of muslims, may the gap of the kaaba be more prosperous than tawaf, and zulfiqar may god enter the distance, what insurance will be given to the stone, what insurance will be given again, laila khaybar there will be two halves of sedition that sifts the night. and they clean the holy generation of marhab. say that our astonishment is nothing but wounds and long sermons, the secret of our zeal is still the first flame in our hearts. there is still the voice of amen behind our prayers on this shore saying yes to the wave. every breath we took or ali said , the shadow of this love is still over us, still hazrat sadiq is the mother it's been months, i swear by the noise in the silence, i swear by the noise, by the night and the giggles of qanut, i swear by the madness of madness, i swear by this professional intellect, i swear breath by breath, i swear by the missile company , see that the thunderbolt of the storm is coming, the sound of khyber is heard. the effort of the enemy is the last carcass, god has given the front line, he has said, i swear to th