In the picture, there is a poor child at the age of flowers
He plays from under the frenzied bombardment from among the rubble..
A broken flute and a cup without water...
An abandoned vessel of food, food, and a growing olive branch
A veil of clear light and a trustworthy knife that sparkles with sincerity
He roars at an eye that appears in the picture keeping the covenant and taking revenge

Palestine is our land. We will not leave it to our terrified enemy. We are not afraid
You will not leave us even if we die thousands and thousands by bombing and gallows
And the disasters are a thousand and a thousand coming from between the gaps
They do not flee from any harmful adversity or misleading temptation
Like one man with millions of arms and Surah Al-Isra embracing the clear victory

Pictured is the camera and live broadcast equipment from
Assemblies of battlefields staring at each other kill
All living things and all things with all their lowliness, meanness, and behind the machine
One hundred fighters transmit the picture, and the picture is clearly true, and it includes hordes of mercenary soldiers, the hired brothers of death, who came from everywhere, paid for in hard currency, to kill en masse with stupid bombs, recklessly.
Every heroic photographer dies in treachery and conspiracy... Samer, Hamza, and Soraya... and the picture remains with the wheel of time.
It is broadcast continuously, and the sound echoes through the wires, recording the filthy death of the aggressor, without him being mentioned in the death toll count from the enemy’s broadcasting body, neither from afar nor from near, for the price has been paid.
Let a stranger die like a stray dog

In the picture, from all corners of the globe, transcendent peoples of all ages, colors, and heavenly religions roam all the halls and all forums like flocks of carrier pigeons, row upon row, tweeting. Do not be afraid of the oppressive, thuggish ruler. They blow like winds spreading goodness, heralding the coming victory for the world. Sooner than later. Messages are released like a devastating storm of injustice. And the oppressors are the advocates of war and distress

In the picture, there are a few rogue, extremist clerics from every religion, similar to them, they have the appearance of devils, frowning, they have no religion except that they are clothed with sore dates, shameless eyes, and mouths from which the blood of innocents flows, as if it were a massacre of monsters fighting each other, like a mule, and the killer in it was killed.

In the picture and the picture is upside down, there are rulers in the palace in prosperity and humiliation, and they have come to rule from the evil of the past to the evil of the age. They do not care. They lie as they breathe. They feed on betrayal and oppression. They come together on contradiction and hatred for character, condoning injustice, abhorring truth, and siding with falsehood and its horrors. In the background is a device that detects the truth for those who dissent from them in order to get it. The harshest punishment among them

In the picture, barefoot people are lined up in front of the river, with ignorant words and incomprehensible arguments that are impossible to understand after the river dried up, the blessing was taken away, the caravans were stolen, and the palace was demolished by those who gambled, conspired, debauched, oppressed, and forbade, and threw themselves into the arms of the West and abandoned the family despite all the common denominators. Planting thorns makes the heart bleed, and the foot is a reaper, so what is the use of remorse?

Behind the picture is someone struggling with the pen, who has not slept for a while to write and struggle in pain, without various ambitions, no request at all due to him, no goal, nothing but the banner of truth fluttering everywhere, one flag for the Arabs, unity, and hearts longing for peace and harmony.
And the division of sustenance even without suffering, harm, or remorse, and an oath by the One, the Judge who does not die, that man will not die among us.