Sad words about the martyrs

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A martyr is one who sacrifices himself and his life in defense of his land and his people. He is one who abandons the enjoyments and adornments of the world for the sake of Elevating the word of God And preserving the dignity of his country, he is the hero who is not afraid of difficulties or dangers, but rather confronts the enemy with all courage and dies without caring about anything, thus making the greatest sacrifices on the face of the earth. In this article, we have chosen for you some words and poems that, even if they do not do justice to them martyr However, it expresses our gratitude and appreciation for his efforts and sacrifices for the sake of the nation.

Sad words about the martyrs

• He wanted to be a martyr, so why be sad, mother?
• Our martyrs, your Eid in Paradise is more beautiful.
• The nation rises to bow in reverence to the souls of its heroes, and the sun sets in shame of those suns.
• Glory and eternity to the martyrs.
• And you are walking on dirt PalestineBe careful not to step on the grave of a martyr.
• Martyrs are the ones who laid the foundations of civilization.
• My country taught me that it is the blood of martyrs that paints Homeland borders.
• My country is bleeding with martyrs.
• Peace be upon the martyrs, the martyrs of the nation, the entire nation.
• Martyrdom for the sake of the country is not a bad fate, but rather an eternity in a wonderful death.
• I come from a country where half is a martyr, half is a refugee, and the rest is waiting.
• We lost and the martyrs won.
• If the martyr can intercede for seventy of his family, then congratulations to his family Palestine the Paradise.

Poetry verses about martyrs

Sing about the martyrs And resistance Many Arab poets wrote poems and poems to glorify the status of the martyr and to honor his sacrifice of himself for his country. The following are some of these poems:

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The author of this poem is the martyr Palestinian poet Abdul Rahim MahmoudHe was born in the town of Anabta, and was martyred in Tree battleHe was later called the martyr Palestinian poet. His poetry was distinguished by a visionary view of the painful future of Palestine that was achieved after his martyrdom.

I will carry my soul at ease

And threw it into the abyss of ruin

Either a life that pleases a friend

Or a death that enrages the enemy

The honorable soul has two goals

The arrival of death and the attainment of sperm

What would I not live if I did not live?

Fear of impurity forbidden fever

If I say, the worlds will listen to me

My article resonated loudly

For your life, I see my death

But follow his steps

I see my death without my right

And without my country is what he wants

It is pleasing to my ears to hear the creaking

And the flow of blood makes my soul happy

And a body that tumbles over the plateaus

A skirmish with predators

From it is a share for the lion of the sky

And from it is a share for Asad Al-Thara

His blood covered the earth with purple

And heavier with perfume is the scent of youth

And he pardoned him with this forehead

But Afara increases the splendor

A smile appeared on his lips

Its meanings are a mockery of this world

And he slept to dream the dream of eternity

He is blessed with the sweetest visions

For your age, this is the death of men

And whoever dies an honorable death, this is great

How can I be patient with the machinations of the spiteful?

How can I bear the pain of harm?

I am afraid and life is easy for me

And humiliation, and I belong to the Lord of glory

With my heart I will throw the faces of enemies

My heart is iron and burning fire

And I protect my menstruation with the limit of Hassam

So my people will know that I am the boy

Poem When the Martyrs Go to Sleep

This poem is by the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish, poet Palestinian resistanceOne of the most important poets whose poetry was characterized by revolution, resistance, and defense of the homeland, Darwish was born in the village of Al-Birwa During his education, he joined the Communist Party in Palestine. In this poem, our poet wrote about the nation’s martyrs:

When the martyrs go to sleep, I wake up and guard them from those who want to lament.

I tell them: In the morning you will find a homeland, of clouds and trees, of mirages and water.

I congratulate them on their safety from the impossible accident, and from the surplus value of the altar.

And I steal some time so that they can steal some time from me. Are we all martyrs?

And I whisper: My friends, leave one wall for the clotheslines, leave a night for singing.

Hang your names wherever you want. They slept for a while and slept on the ladder of the sour vine.

To guard your dreams from the daggers of your guards and the turning of the book against the prophets.

And be the song of the one who has no song when you go to sleep this evening.

I tell you: In the morning you will find a homeland that they carried on a galloping horse.

And I whisper: My friends, you will not become like us... a mysterious gallows!

Martyr's Day poem

Poem Martyr's Day By the Iraqi poet Muhammad Mahdi Al-Jawahiri, one of the most important poets of the modern era, born in Najaf. From his collections: Between feeling and emotion, AndDiwan Al-JawahiriOne of his poems was about Martyr’s Day, and these are selected verses from the poem:

Martyr's Day, greetings and peace

With you and the struggle, the years are chronicled

With you and the ignorant victims, he shines tall

Arithmetic and pride in numbers

With you and the one who gathered the soil from their goodness

The lands and days are fragrant

Through you the generation whose resurrection is bound to be resurrected will be resurrected

And in you the resurrection of the tyrants will be established

By you, the wicked will have their faces crushed

Black people with their noses stuffed forcibly

Row after row, tyranny you have not tasted

What humiliation they suffer is overwhelming

They are besieged and there is no way to contain them

Sin or condition possesses an imam

And they will ask who were the ones who were subjected to slavery

These crowds are like cattle

And whoever is permitted to do so is entitled to it

Wasted, sanctity and blame were trampled upon

Martyrs' poem

The author of this poem is the Syrian poet Safadi's statementHe has a degree in Arabic language and a diploma in management, and he is one of the contributors to the lyrics of the songs in the series open SesameSo he wrote about the martyrs:

The martyrs today came to me, they are my companions

They cut through the cold of the night

They went around

They cried

Consider me carefully

They didn't say a single word

They tightened my hands

Then they left

They left their wounds on the bed

And the wall, the chair, and the book

Their voices are the bells of a dome of blood

It knocks in my mouth

They left my door

Legislated, and from it comes the sound of a distant step

And the sound of the wind and dogs

Thoughts about the martyrs

First thought:

martyr He is the lamp with which the nation is illuminated, he is the beacon by which the people and the nation are guided, and he is the protective shield that did not spare his soul and blood to defend his country and the word of truth. The martyr is the most honorable of people and the highest in status, and his destiny is preserved in the Garden of Paradise that God has prepared for the prophets and martyrs.

Second thought:

blood martyr Musk smells all around, and his soul is a green bird that fled from the fleeting world and its fleeting joy, illusion, grief, and fleeting temporary joys, and chose to live next to his Lord, strengthened and honored. The martyr did not care about prestige or money, and did not worry about a wife, child, mother, or father. He set his sights on the love and support of God Almighty alone, and he chose the path of immortality obediently, without being forced.

Third thought: When he gives martyr His soul voluntarily, when he remains steadfast in the face of death, when he rises above life, which we are keen on with a basic instinct like all other creatures. The cat runs away when we frighten it, the bird flies when we approach it. We are all keen on life no matter how hard we feel about it, even if we wish for death at the tip of our tongue. Our senses lie to us, because when danger approaches, or a car is about to hit us, we jump to the nearby sidewalk out of terror, even though - a minute ago - we were talking about our boredom with life.

Fourth thought:

The terror and woe, the screaming and wailing, the bullets raining down, the blood exploding, and the martyrs falling. From what gold alloy were the souls of these martyrs formed? How were they able to prove and defeat the terror of death and the fear of bullets? Any soul sanctity Did you own them at that moment? What heroism cannot be described in words?!

They said about the martyr

• Behind every martyr is a woman who stands as a nation.
• When the martyr rises, and walks in a royal wedding to certain victory, and tears mix with ululations, then there is nothing left for us to do or say, because he has summed up all our story with his smile.
• The martyr is the star of the night that guides those who have lost their way, and words keep trying to describe him, but far from it, for this is the martyr.
• Behind every martyr is a precious homeland.
• The martyr is a symbol altruismHow can we not dedicate something to this great man? All the days of the world call out the names of the martyrs and chant their commandments, so how can we not listen to them?
• The martyr surrounds me every time I live a new day and asks me: Where have you been?

Messages to the martyr

First message:

I offer a greeting whose letters hang their heads in shame.

A greeting filled with love and pride,

With every martyr who sacrificed his life to save the country.

Second message:

Dear martyr,

We offer you a greeting of reverence and admiration,

For what you did for this land.

Third message:

Dear martyr,

We offer you our greetings and appreciation,

Because you were insisting that the land be returned to us in its entirety,

And if you take your revenge into your own hands, do not pass on defeat to your children after you.

Fourth message:

Dear martyr,

We salute you for the championships you have won.

Which proved without a doubt that you are the best soldiers on earth.

Fifth message:

Dear martyr,

We salute you for the terror you have instilled in the souls of the enemy.

There is no peace and stability on our land.

Sixth message:

Dear martyr,

We salute you for every grain of sand you kissed,

And you stepped on it with your feet,

Then your body rested on top of it.

The poem of the martyr hero

Poem Martyr hero The Palestinian poet, martyr Abdul Rahim Mahmoud, said this in his eulogy for his fellow Mujahid leader Abdul Rahim Al-Hajj MuhammadIn it, he says:

If you sing, He will give you my song

Your due right, O best martyr

Any word that can accommodate the meaning

I draw inspiration from you, O inspiration of my poem

Poetry does not surround what is in you

Zach was created from extreme determination

Your chivalry is perfected in you

There is an excess of it left for more

Commander, why did you leave us?

To whom did you take charge of the soldiers?

The field was deserted by its knights

And devoid of its people, the lions disappeared

The fire I had kindled went out

Because they had some fuel

And the fever has passed, O remnant of the fever

And tomorrow after you the limits will be reduced

Before you, I didn't know what that was

It reduces tears and causes pain

Indeed, there is a day We have given you

He made our days black with black

I had the same feelings of sadness

In it, I was relieved to deny the arch-enemy

Every house has a funeral

People mourn the most precious deceased

The monologue has a returning echo

In the Arab countries, there is a plain and a plain

The women who voted for Doha became prominent

Cheek-cutting screamers

Oh, the beloved of the nation, may we die

O father of every girl and boy

They rose from their agony

It melted the hard, solid rock

They made every chest a dwelling place

To raise you above the dwelling place of Lahoud

Every heart you have contains a Qur’an

In it, the Qur’an reminds you of eternity

Surahs whose verses have been detailed

It has been recited for ever and ever

Commander, this is dead

I've been hoping for it for a long time

Death of heroes between iron

In the fields and remains of items

Their weddings are loud

The click of the tambourine has the pounding of thunder

They drink the dust from their blood

And they bend the palm of Upper Egypt with it

And they wear clothes on them

One of the benefits of war is frightened by coldness

They banish their fever spells

From him is the deception of evil or the machinations of the envious

Ani takes their breath away

They dissolve the shackles of restrictions

Semen is reaped on their shoulders

The edifice is built for good living

O martyr, you have taken us as a shield

From Him guides us to the right path

Like you and never forget

Do not intend to quench the mouths of existence

I died in the war honorably and could not bear it

The bondage of families and the humiliation of slaves

Such shame is bitter and bitter

And the response to the heat is sweetened with roses

The beloved of the nation has become

Living after you is very difficult

Tears froze in my eyes in fear

Oh, the fire of the heart, from my stagnant tears

So I melted the soul and made you cry with it

Instead of tears, I cried in my anthem