FOR YOUR PALESTINE
There were gaping wounds when I witnessed the faces that were not white anymore with blood, either whose blood, their blood, their mother's blood, their father's blood, their brother's blood, their sister's blood or the blood of their friends played. There was a very painful pain when I witnessed the women shouting carrying a child covered in blood, losing one hand due to a bomb blast, either whose child, the daughter of the child, the child of her brother, her sister's child, or the neighbor's child. There is an unbearable pain seeing old men holding weapons in their old age, staggering to protect their aging wife, protecting her children, protecting her grandchildren, guarding her residence, defending her land of life. There was anger that wanted to explode when I saw the depraved troops roaming the air on their planes blowing up bombs on the land, Muslim lands, the land of the Prophets. There is an unstoppable wrath watching the invaders melt down the house they live in, ground down their homes, blow up every source of their lives, destroy their freedom. There are longs I send with millions of light from each of my prayers for you my child, my sister, my sister, my mother, my father, my brother, my Palestine, Gazaku. I will never break my Do'a for your peace, because tears are still flowing, because sad cry is still heard, because the spills of blood are still not dry on the land, because the war is still going on, and my Prayers will never break up. . .
اللَّهُمَّ أَعِزَّ الْإِسْلَام
َ وَ الْمُسلِمِين
O Allah, glorify Islam and Muslims
اللَّهُمَّ ثَبِّتْ إِيمَانَهُمْ وَ أَنْزِلِ
السَّكِينَةَ عَلَى قُلُوبِهِم وَ وَحِّدْ صُفُوفَهُمْ
O Allah, strong their Faith and send down their comfort in their hearts and unite their ranks.
اَمِين يَا رَبَّ الْعَالَمِيْن