Poem: “And you, O invader, have no helper except the mighty who can be described as majestic.”
Poetry: Muhammad Sharki
I remembered you, my cell, in dark nights without a crescent moon.
If your eyes are refreshed in a dream, you will stay awake from day and night.
I am suffering from it and I am waiting for you for a specter to visit, hoping to see what I am doing.
If the phones ring, I think someone will console me and hasten to call.
How disappointed I was in a loud ringing that did not herald peace.
Who, like me, whose hopes are procrastinated, who seeks to receive a connection, will be described as imbecile?
She didn’t take it seriously, she didn’t care about me, and she didn’t like my situation.
My asking and insistence are humiliating. I am miserable and tired of asking.
My heart is tired of wishing, so I decided to change my mind to something other than Gaza. I don’t care.
It has glory that crowns it, and heroes that take pride in the fight.
The flood in the morning covered itself with a cover that became thicker with the bonds and with the disappearance.
Zionists whose people have crumbled and been dazed by the fierceness of the fighting.
The Thursday of the usurpers has wailing, and the soldiers of God are pelted with arrows.
What use is there for the Jews of a large army and equipment, and how terrible is the loss?
And brigades recruited by Hamas, and diamonds cut off like blades.
And in the tunnels they are terrified by lions that arrive and do not negotiate.
Ola Al-Sanwar rose above the horizons, his youth as tall as the mountains.
Factions of valiant people in Rabat, they are the heroes, the best of men.
The Protectors of Jerusalem is a lion in the den of the Brigades and Brigades in the struggle
A morning like a flower, they have the honor of their stems, they boast of beauty.
The Book of God inspires them with perseverance and comforts them. It is recited during the nights.
Messenger of God, I made them equal, and he guides to his Sunnah with words and actions.
The banner of God in the Holy Place is raised high with a host of angels and men.
The Jewish army is defeated in a battle and is bombed by Alal.
He takes revenge on women and children if he tastes the bitterness of fighting.
Al-Hayban avoided the fight of a Qaswara lion and was abused by mules.
It has become a corpse with rotten flesh, hiding and mourning with wailing and calamity.
And the scent of musk wafts from a martyr, and in Paradise he enjoys prosperity.
In the battle, the lion of Horsor shouts “Allahu Akbar” and announces to the people the news of the battle.
That Abu Ubaidah is a symbol of pride and is ignited by rhetoric and debate.
He who boasts about shameful things and is truthful in what is said and done is lying.
God’s disobedient beards have become deserted and plagued with disgrace and extinction.
Girls in Gaza starved and lost their lives and loss.
Our Arabism has not betrayed or succumbed to pregnancy or separation.
And it did not improve their condition. He brought back the Zionist Cross in the north.
There were no more courts for victims, nor did judges limit the scourge.
The victims are subjected to a shameful veto carried out by Zionism in succession.
The Arab peoples did not fulfill what they are obligated to do, nor did they give money.
And the non-Arabs have not fulfilled their duty, and to Islam they have a lineage, they do not care.
For the grievance of the peoples of the earth, there has been as much noise as Gaza has given.
O Ghaziyah, you have no helper except the mighty one who is described as majestic.