The soul of the country – in fact – ✍️ Yasser Zein El Abidine, the lawyer
With each revolution of angels and demons…
Revolutions destroyed the strongholds of the tyrants they targeted…
They deliberately distorted his image…
They conspired against her with the intention of hijacking her…
Between the kitchens of distrust, everything happened…
Between the square of change and the revolution…
Delicious rumors written in silk letters…
Some are looking for their own revolution…
People feel anxious, fearful and worried…
Hope for change does not die, does not fade, there is hope…
The novel (Suslov's Daughter) tells our reality…
They painted and are drawing a distorted picture…
Lousy when it comes to cells, angles and details
Some spread their poison…
The revolution is not completed, it has not reached its conditions.
He who completes half a revolution is as if he were digging his own grave…
Some of this had a soft landing…
This is how the plot slowly unfolds…
By spreading misleading public opinion guided by rumor…
Formulated with perfection and published publicly…
We mock the ability of malicious people to plot…
We are amazed at the ability of stupid people to believe…
They played on the thread of rumors with melodic variations…
They used the possible and the impossible to swallow the bait
By demonizing visions, ideas and dreams…
With quotes and warnings about false practices…
By criminalizing everyone and distorting their goals and hopes…
By intimidating them in order to make them decompose.
And this is also the case…
The plan is written and drawn in plain sight…
Anyone who opposes their line or commits suicide is classified as…
They encourage moral murder and knife massacre…
Scandalous, debauched and shameful practices…
There, the prestige of religion is lost…
They are the ones who started it and who strongly promoted it…
They followed the revolution and misused it…
Apprehension: There are winds that extinguish the glimmer of hope…
So what time should you…
Protect the revolution so that rumors do not spread…
Consolidate your goals, objectives and correct your mistakes.
And saturate the collective mind with its principles…
With its legitimacy and its project…
Eliminate those hiding in the circles…
This is not the case unless…
By dismantling their misleading and lying media…
This beneficial group which has led astray…
Who represented heroes who were not heroes…
The revolution is like a bicycle, if it stops, it falls…
Errors at a defining moment in the life of the revolution…
She killed her or put out her lamp…
The rumor spread like wildfire…
Strange silence, chaos, lies and madness…
We laugh so much while knitting…
It's extremely stupid to believe it without certainty…
Deep in the darkness, there are those who laugh and we see them…
Who shouted in a hoarse voice and we heard him…
He said: “I stole your revolution. »
You wandered into his happiness and called him his hell…
The elements and pillars have been completed…
Half a revolution is: digging your graves with your own hands…
The revolution is still a dream that haunts our dreams…
Hidden nightmares, rumors and more…
Your revolution was stolen before your eyes…
They lied to you with empty and trivial slogans…
Work, livelihood, servility and wickedness…
They created the fire and foiled the plan…
They spoke to us with great pride and said…
(Who leaves this country either?
We brought her to safety, or our souls perished)…
When the fire broke out, they fled…
The soul of the country is dead, its soul is safe
The spirit of the people has passed away and is blessed…
This war is the cause of his affliction, they started it
And you hear their whispers: “No to war.”
Rise up to your revolution, may God have mercy on you…
