Ambassadors of Humanity (My expatriates) – Stars in the darkness of war – ✍️ Ali Al-Fateh Al-Zubair
There is a saying that we have often heard, but often overlooked.
Perhaps the main reason
For many of us, this ignores our innate connection to this land.
Its inhabitants, its soil, its plains, its valleys,
Its rivers, and even its deserts..
We breathe it, we love it…
We like it…
How much and how much we wished to never leave him
We were content with sustenance, with cover, as long as we didn't stray from it, no matter how much we were covered by its fire.
Others chose
Reluctantly, the paths of expatriation and migration
There's no love in it
But they (some of us) have realized that the job market in our country does not meet their ambition to earn a living.
Generous and creator of reality
Better for their liver
As stated in the hadith:
If you leave your heirs rich
Better than making them dependent, begging people
Give them away or ban them.
Hence the saying:
(Poverty in the homeland, its West, and wealth in the West, its homeland).
This is not an insult to the value of the country.
“That’s not an understatement.”
What he will lose
Alienated from his homeland
Of a society in which he cannot find himself…
And how we like it
He loves it..
But these are the expenses of destiny
What gives value
In one person.. and decreases in another person..
The value of building yourself
And set specific goals for our lives that impact us
Saba and youth..
Some of us succeed, and others fail.
Now I say it with my mouth full
That our brothers and sisters
Expatriates and those spread everywhere
Cities and regions of the world…
They are the real stars in the darkness of this damn war.
These are the stars who did what I couldn't
The governments of the world…
and its organizations,
And its institutions which have filled the world with noise about man and his rights.
And he formulated laws that could be lifted by mountains..!!!!
Indeed, when the sounds of rifles, cannons and launchers became louder…
The first sound that accompanies these sounds is the sound of migratory birds
My expatriates…
To check on their families
And their neighbors and their homeland.
As the battle intensified and became a war,
There are hours and days
The first war
Expats took the initiative to send their support and support
For their families, their loved ones, the poor and the sick.
Let us pray for them and for our wounded country at this hour
Maybe it's time for an answer.
at any time
Until this moment
And from that moment on
Their interest did not stop
Their support and support
And he didn't give up…
They weren't bored… and they weren't bored…
Millions of families
Who was moved and moved
And I took refuge,
God made fun of them and us
Stars in the darkness
This damn war
Its name is (Emigrants)…
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