El Fasher is a Janjaweed cemetery – in fact – ✍️ Yasser Zein El Abidine, lawyer
Hearts reached throats…
A violent earthquake shook people…
Fear spread to the nerves, a little madness
It even looks like something…
I warmly embrace the capital of Darfur, El Fasher…
Hearts yearn for it, hoping to find relief from the turmoil
Travel against brutal attacks…
Invitations that capture every wink and attention…
You ask for firmness, victory and passage…
Fifth Column, Shamelessly Hired Traitors
And who walks if…
Vile crumbs that discourage people from abandoning…
Honest people who believed in a free homeland
Resentment and pain…
They aspire to a homeland without rebellion…
The nation is led by the honest group, not by the ungrateful…
It is oppressive because it adopts false and misleading slogans…
You sing it and you disagree with it in words and deeds…
She knows that she is exposed to goals and objectives…
The attack on El Fasher was not carried out by a faction
To separate the flesh from its chain…
To sow chaos, to make profit, to doubt one's abilities
The capabilities of the army and joint forces…
Which leads to a state of despair and mistrust…
Push to the negotiating table and submit
Concessions or threats of secession…
Accept the previously rejected terms of rebellion…
Defeat in El Fasher means defeat in the true sense of the word
Large large…
Confidence in the military and joint forces is shaken…
Hope dies, people turn to marriage…
Taking refuge in God's vast country, safe from fear and oppression…
A loss that cannot be reunited…
Then the flag falls and is trampled by the feet of vice…
Virtue and noble goals die…
And steal the wealth of a nation without any hesitation…
Psychological defeat sets in and hope dies.
These are the goals of the militia, its tails and its clique…
What is necessary in these circumstances…
Let the people support the army and the joint forces
Let it be like a weft, with its inseparable warp…
To believe that the cause of the nation is indivisible…
Don't accept discrimination, bargaining or silence
Yesterday he turned around with them in a wonderfully formed way
A beautiful picture…
The sighs in the land announced good news of justice and adornment…
Well done, all we have to do now is breathe in and breathe out…
They tried to refute it with their stupid chants…
This is an unprecedented betrayal…
Underestimating the defense of the homeland is treason…
Words that support people with their strengths increase their energy…
And give him abilities and confidence that will not fail and will not be lost…
Increase your strength with strength, resistance and intensity.
We are in distress with evident force. Yes, we…
Let us believe in the capabilities of our forces, no matter how great the calamities.
And desire and temptations, both apparent and hidden…
We are proud of his precious and valuable gift as a dowry for our survival…
What is needed in this situation is extremely complex…
Devise plans to defeat the rebellion, cut its edge…
We never got tired of the struggle in El Fasher…
Let us draw confidence from his victories…
These people believe in your sacrifices and your efforts…
I wish you stars and a high position…
War is a war of survival or annihilation that has no third…
The battle we win continues the path of construction…
And we are moving forward with determination towards a clear and lasting victory…
The lost battle leads us to demolition…
You break us, we only accept progress and victory…
It will definitely come tomorrow…
It depicts a reality that rejects poor work…
He rejects the domination of those who have sold their conscience…
He imposes his understanding that he does not obey anyone's orders and does not sign…
This patient people believes that victory comes…
No matter what the circumstances, he will get through it…
No matter how destructive the parties are, we will prevail…
The victory in El Fasher drew a halo that radiated lightning…
I wrote in the sky among the stars…
(Ma Badaws Army)..
I wrote shared above with his momentum and aura, in all
The intensity of its fighters…
There was joy everywhere, people were singing and chanting…
Everyone danced, warm hugs to the rhythm of Habib…
That's how it is, no matter how much the agents and traitors urge it…
Infiltrators, rebels and political scum.
Yes, El Fasher is the Janjaweed cemetery there, you write.
The end of the rebellion…
Turn a deep page in injustice and unfairness
Injustice and mercenary…
The sun of the homeland rises and the agents set
Forever and no traitor will ever set foot on our lands again…
