Bismillah
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fVnsCd_T34&feature=youtu.be
A strong wind blew from the underground. And it blew away my poems. Dusty winds and heavy clouds are calling over and over...Is there any salvation? An evil planned behind you, aims to destroy my ummah. I swear by the Lord of the Heavens. Oh my Ummah listen carefully...because everything looks vague. Their bombs are thrown like poison over us. And we have no sincere or honest friend. My son was shot at "bullets harvest" (in cold blood). With no one to comfort or console me. Oh my kind father they stabbed you, just as one drinks a sip of water. Tuba ( a tree in Jannah) is your home where there's no misery. Oh my mother stop crying, your religion is rising up. And everything else will go to vain. And (since) my honor was violated. I'm beseeching my Lord, who will answer my Duaa. Oh my young child, the sound of pride is torn. Everyone is busy singing melodies (songs). Layla is shouting unto you: "your dignity, is desecrated oh morons." My tongue is fine but my heart is wounded. And my eyes have become like a mouth of water pitcher. I mourn for long with no cure. For my folks turn into birds (martyrs). My tongue is fine but my heart is wounded. And my eyes have become like a mouth of water pitcher. I mourn for long with no cure. For my folks turn into birds (martyrs). Are there any solutions to get our rights back? Where's the resistance? Where's the Pride? While we are sleeping like the "people of the cave". The trial may come to us in a sudden. I'm asking Allah to end this suffering...and send down His soldiers (Angels) as (men) as rain drops. To raise the Quran up and wane other (books) and to grant victory to the soldiers who insist in their Duaa. To raise the Quran up and wane other (books) and to grant victory to the soldiers who insist in their Duaa.
