Written by/ Zeinab Ibrahim
The world lied to me in that so-called peace and truce
The worthless humanity, they are those vicious killers who continue to brutally slander towards our brothers and heroes in Gaza; but where is the truce After she finished, Rimah returned to her old habit.
Was it just for the sake of taking their secrets Yes, it is.
My heroic children air the buildings above their heads.
Dozens and thousands are martyred.
As for the looks of panic and tears in the wake of the incessant raids that they have received, when will those who seek such massacres move Oh, I was with you now;
until I fight with you and redeem you with my soul; you were a man of the heroic Qassam soldiers; what did you want to throw them with a barrage of inflamed flames that burn their petrified pieces that behold the brightest of my little heroes;
but when did they have hearts to look out or eyes to see the state of the philosophies They always said:
We will not retreat from the destruction of Hamas, but I do not understand Are children and women from Hamas,
So that they do those trashy that many martyrs and wounded go hurt where are the Arabs Where are the rulers Where are human rights They keep gossiping over Israel’s prosecution for those brutal crimes;
but when we come for actions we see meaningless grazes of them, the words are too great and the actions are mirage does not see from foundation ah upon you dear my heart,
you look in terror around you from the hole of what you saw the buildings fall above your head; but I am proud of you my precious hero,
you terrorize those oppressors who are terrified of being starved;
then you become a mired knight who only see the universe as fate and erase them It strikes the Israeli enemy in the village of his home in response to what they do to you and our Palestinian family in distress;
until they sign that what they do will not be without an account or a deterrent response,
I apologize to you and I know that my regret will not work in what is happening or that I have to move and do something without apologizing that;
but I am constrained by the shackles of delicacy, dear hero, if I could smash those shackles I did and did not leave you like this.
Victory has come very close with that with that hard test with you.
عن المؤلف
المزيد من الأخبار
هوس الأنا
لا أرى
أن يعانقني أحدهم