The novel Thorns and Cringles – in reality – ✍️ Yasser Zein Al-Abidin, the lawyer
After (20) years, I came back and my wish came true…
After selling who sold and buying from who bought
And after consciousness has died and calm has disappeared…
In the year (2004)…
Sinwar wrote the novel Thorns and Cloves.
He dreamed that Zoda was martyred after her period…
Images of the battle compared Jews to sheep…
He saw himself in the hands of our noble Messenger…
He left the club in the gardens of a generous God…
At the promise of the fourth day like the sun…
Committed to seriousness and achieving objectives…
Hitting the livers of camels, eager for martyrdom…
Go quickly for God's sake, for God's will is lasting…
And stay and be better, his reward will be higher…
What happened to this world did not continue to reside there…
In search of the beyond to obtain the true promise…
Go to Aziz, who is just and does not oppress anyone…
He pays evil and injustice for the good of the cause…
Jihad is a noble value for which good people compete…
His reward, despite trials and tribulations, is Paradise…
Let us pray to Him without hesitation or hesitation…
We raise his flag high whatever the circumstances.
Let's bring back a wonderful story that we abandoned and avoided
The tyrants of dusty times underestimated us…
We have become like the foam of the sea, and the foam disappears…
Our consciences are air, our minds are empty and our hearts tremble
They called us as the dish fell on its eater…
We fell and made a living with joint work…
We have sold religion for the world, for the world with trivial impudence.
We wade through the filth-infested mud of sin…
There are the remains of our children, our elderly and our women…
We danced to it with all our awareness and skill…
We sang with them lasciviously and drank the cup of humiliation…
We lost consciousness every moment, we got drunk every time…
We are dead while we are alive without any hope…
They are the humiliating leaders in an age of subjugation…
They did not bat an eyelid, but rather collapsed into their palaces.
They feed on the crumbs of their masters…
They thought the trend was the enemy, it had them all
And their hearts are different…
No blood, no tears, no screaming children
They sleep deeply, they sleep full of eyelids…
Al-Sinwar taught a lesson to the submissive and the disbelievers
And moccasins with immoral veils…
He is in the hands of the Most Merciful and He never breaks a promise…
He poured a cup whose vibe was ginger and honey
The Basin with our Noble Messenger…
Sealed, pure and unmixed wine…
He gives good news to those who have not followed him and encourages them…
Where no eye has seen, no ear has heard and no danger
I have a human heart in heaven…
And these bastards suffer humiliation and betrayal…
There will come a time when we were promised that you will regain their positions…
By cutting off the sympathy of Jews, their Shiites and their loyalists…
The stone behind me said: “A Jew, come and kill him. »
God made the promise and will never break it…
Victory is undoubtedly coming, even if it is late…
Then the palaces of submissive and supportive leaders will disappear.
To the Jews, may the curse of God be upon them all…
