هشام الجخ -- التأشيرة Poem with English Translation

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Poem; By: Hisham Al-Jakh. I praise in God's name. Except you, I fear no one. I know I have my destiny and I'll it meet it.... I'll meet it. I learned in childhood that my Identity (Arabism) is my honor, And forelock and banner. In our schools, we were repeating some rimes. We were singing amongst ourselves for instants example. Arab countries are my country - And all the Arabs are my brothers. We draw an Arab svelte graceful. His chest would block the wind if howl in his mantle. We were pure children. Our feelings moved us. We moonlighted in the tales that spoke of heroism, And our country extends from one end to another, And our wars were all for the sake of the Al-Aqsa Mosque. And our enemy is Zion. Is a Satan has a tail, And the armies of our nation, Has a deed like a Torrent. I'll sail when I grow up. I'll pass by Bahrain's beach in Libya. I'll pick the dates of Baghdad in Syria, And pass from Mauritania to Sudan. I travel through Mogadishu to Lebanon. I hide poems in my heart and sentiment. Arab countries are my country - And all the Arabs are my brothers. As I grew older. I did not get a visa to the sea. Did not set sail. The unstamped passport by the window stopped me. Did not cross. When I grew older. Did not set sail, did not cross. I grew up, But the child did not grow up. We fought our childhood. And ideas we learned our principles on your hands, O the rulers of our nation. We tormented our Childhood. And ideas we learned their principles on your hands, O the rulers of our nation. Aren't you the ones, we were brought up in your schools?. We learned your curriculums. We learned on your hands that the sly fox is waiting to eat the naive sheep if he remained in his deep slumber. Didn't you teach that straws are protected by its bundle and weak when is singular. Why the foolish division rules us. Aren't you the ones who we learned on your hand Steadfast to faith in God and Unite?. Why do you obscure the sunlight with your flags?. You divided our Identity between yourselves as an income we have become like beasts. The child will remain in my chest antagonizing you. We got divide on your hands Strayed and lost. I am an Arab not ashamed. I was born in green Tunisia of Omani origin. And I am more than a "thousand and my mother still pregnant. I am an Arab in Baghdad I have a palm tree. And in Sudan arteries. I'm an Egyptian of Mauritania, Djibouti and Oman. Christian, Sunni, Shiite and Kurd, and Druze and Alawites. I do not save the names and as the rulers leave. We got dispersed on your hands. And all the people are pigmented. We are tired of dispersing and all the people are pigmented. You filled our thoughts with lies, forgery and falsehood. Do God's hand unite us and FIFA's hand divide us. Deliberately forsaken our religion. So we came back Aws and Khazraj (Old Arab Tribes). Our ignorance looms within us. And we await stupidity for a way out. Whatever rulers of our nation the child remain in my chest antagonizing you, Judge you. And will declare our Arab nation united. Sudan is not divided. Not Golan occupied. Nor Lebanon Refracted treating its wound alone. We will gather our Arabian gulf's pearls, and cultivate them in the Sudan. Its seed will yield wheat in Arabian Morocco. People will press its oil in proud Palestine. Our Relatives drink it in Somalia for ever. Will come out of mantle with God blessings. For public burning. He is the public, not you. He is the rulers, not you. Do you hear me Hordes (Oppressor tools)?. Do you hear me the bureaus of bastion of your government. He (Public) is the Rulers not you, I'm not afraid of anyone of you. He is Islam not you, so stop your commerce (Hypocrisy), Or else, he will become an apostate. And feared the people that this roustabout. And the camel that propagated. You will not get its milk, nor get its calf. I'm staying, and my legitimacy in the air remains. We were fed injustice by bundles. We were fed ignorance by prayers. Fed up with watering and sommelier. (The whole pathetic game). I warn you. We will stay despite your sedition! This nation is connected. Your bondage are weakened. But God's bondage is steadfast. I'll grow up leaving the child, My colors and my brush. And he will remain painting the Arab Svelte graceful. It remains sound of my rimes.. Arab countries are my country - And all the Arabs are my brothers. Hisham Al-Jakh

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