I weep over Sham (Syria) the beloved with the eyes of a struggling oppressed one and I melt in her squares between houses and mosques My God, save her people and protect the entrances and exits and preserve the Muslim lands in their rights and on their lefts they are oppressed so who do they have besides u, oh Lord, during calamities? they hold fast to their religion and their blood is the perfume of graves they stood honourably as (human) shields without guns or bombs, their childrens eyes slept (through death) while the unjust deviants fire awoke their killer shall not live and his fingers (that he uses to kill) shall not last him and upon him shall fall, as destruction the tears of bereaved mothers and widows, to Allah, my Lord, is the complaint the Lord of the later and earlier (generations) and Allah is above the aggressor above the sharp prongs and chains and tomorrow, there will be for my ummah a place in the sky, decorated by lighted torches and tomorrow, when the truth inevitably rises every falsehood shall perish
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 19:03:53 +0000
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