The love of the homeland is in the breasts, and it has dwelt in the impulses, not in the lines or in the slogans.. in the plantings
And planting in the sound of the place in learning the difficult lesson and striving with all awareness to sense the most difficult circumstance
A sense of imminent dangers, trust in the original origin, in the faithful branch, in the presence, in the sparkling hope, the adventurous work that does not rest at night or during the day, the accuracy of the plans, the bestowal of truth over falsehood, the victory of virtue over vice, and steadfastness on the principle.
Whoever starts with earnestness and sincerity, slowly, despite the severity of adversity, will arrive
The love of the homeland is not in excess, nor in the arena of playing with minds closed to a void, lust, doubt, lies, and listening to those who sold the homeland and bought the dirt, humiliation, poison, and broadcasting overflowing with the opposite today than yesterday.
An insulting party and lettuce menstruate a thousand times a month
And the unemployed fools are subject to the temptation of those who pay the dowry
It is the goal, and unfortunately, he repeats the ball with the rejected intercourse
Nor does patriotism lie in flattery, nor in climbing, nor in persevering in error until drowning, nor in compromise
Corruption is an example, nor in creating heroes from rusty paper
Nor in overlooking the condition of the country whose knots are unraveling like imitated pearls and the ruins collapse by being trampled overnight by sinful hands, and after that it will not be established.
Nor in blaming the just trustworthy
Nor in denying the great blessings that we possess with ignorance of their number
And if it increases for those who work, praise and be patient without complaint, without permission, without mistrust, and give thanks to others, then you will be blessed.
Here and there.. and I seek forgiveness for fear that it will disappear..
At that time, what will be the benefit of regret?!