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The past according to the traditions of our ancestors

We left Palestine before it was destroyed.

By Kisama Riyo Published about a year ago 2 min read

The year of our ancestors has passed

To restore those glories

Which grudges stole from us

And left us in sorrow

I thought how evil we are

When we did not feel that we were inanimate?

And we left Palestine before us to be destroyed

In a dark night

How much we drowned in our evils and did not notice

That we planted a seed that would not be destroyed?

Except by preparing for revolution and jihad

Everything was lost in the darkness

And fear concentrated and continued to grind the heart

So what did we do? Oh time of injustice

We have returned to the era of ignorance and slavery

After we were strong soldiers

We freed our souls from the fire of ashes

We declared the revolution and went out for jihad

As if we had become grandchildren

And we wished we could

We freed the homeland from the shackles

And restored freedom to the sons

Then we restored the glories

And the land welcomed the holidays

No sorrows cross the heart

No swords stab the livers

Because we triumphed over corruption

And rose above all the scoundrels

And built from our strength an impregnable fortress for the sons

So you criminal, stay away from the light of the sun of servants

And declare in yourself like the devil mourning

O you who worshipped idols and pegs

And killed the soul and body

And allowed the spark of corruption to settle in us

Be ashamed, for the Lord is the refuge after you, the return

And the light of the sun of servants shines

Let us restore the moons that were enslaved

Let us remove the sorrows from Our souls

Because we have no weapons or equipment

But by the will of the Lord of servants

We will raise the banner of peace, the banner of glory

Because the time for hunting has come

Some Jews who were scoundrels

Forced us to leave the country

Because they thought with their cunning that they were immortal

And forgot that they were the executioners

We will raise the banner of glory high

In you, O land of masters

Because we will declare jihad one day

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About the Creator

Kisama Riyo

I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.

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