The enemy’s talent is of our little heroes

Written by/ Zienab Ibrahim

 

The pen is unable to write what the Kalim-ah heart feels of a word of arrest and can describe scars planted and fires burning,

so do not those vile apes not watch a woman or an ant,

were they not the ones who betrayed the covenants and charters they gave to our Almighty Lord;

now they turn the ball back with us,

they say vacate the place and we will leave you; but they shoot them and kill them,

and Hamas returns the reaction of launching shells on his voice

Hamas, which is said to be terrorist when captured from Israelis,

treated them well and this is their talk, they now say about it,

the terrorist of the child who kills today is awe that he becomes a hero and exterminates them tomorrow;

because they are terrified of this very matter; so they ejaculate homes, so that they collapse

above the heads of our little heroes I see, my precious hero, for what they are tearing your soul

You are stronger than them with a beat,

your place is now much better than them and tomorrow you will see their base headquarters and those who are familiar with it;

those who let you down from the Arabs, will also see their headquarters and account Free Palestine

carrying from the heroes and courage what they are teachers of the whole world and not only the Arabs;

therefore every Arab forgets the courage that was going with his blood or froze after the humiliation they were exposed to,

but the Palestinian no matter what happens,

you see the washing machine jumping from his eyes and my little hero,

“They say in his hands is a young man, “A young man,” He is the fire of a hot child