Motherland
The homeland is the place in which we were born and raised, and we ate from its land and drank from its water, and the love of the homeland is within us and will never run out. About him we are in exile.
Talk about home
- When will you rest from the length of your bleeding? Peace, wounded homeland!
- His biggest joke: When you live in a place and dare to call it (home) while your life and its value to the citizens of this country is not equal to more than the value of the bullet they kill you with when someone decides that.
- The world will not rest until the love of the homeland runs out from the souls of the people.
- Every mother, every sister, and every girl in this country is our mother, our sister, and our daughter.
- I roam in the Arab world with nothing but a notebook.. The police station sends me to the police station.. The military sends me to the military.. And I only carry a bird in my pocket.. But the officer stops me.. He wants a passport for the bird.. The word in my country needs a passport.. I stay thrown for hours Waiting for the sheriff's decree.. contemplating the sandbags with seas of tears in my eyes.. and in front of me rose a sign that talks about one homeland.. it talks about one people.. and I am like a rat sitting here.. vomiting my sorrows and trampling on all chalk slogans.. and I remain at the door of my country thrown like a mug broken.
- The only group that enjoys publishing freedom in the Arab world is the (carpenters) category.
- Execution is the mildest punishment an Arab individual receives.. Is there anything more severe than this? Of course.. the hardest thing is to live in the Arab world.
- I do not separate the liberation of women from the liberation of the country.
- Ah, what a wonderful country this country could be, if determination was true, souls were good, words were less, and work was increased.
- We may disagree with the regime, but we do not disagree with the homeland. My brother's advice is not to stand with a "militia" against your homeland, even if the homeland is just a place where we sleep on its sidewalk at night.
- If you kill in the name of something you see as good.. such as belief, sect, or homeland.. or defending justice or freedom.. it does not make you a murderer only.. but rather a murderer praising your killing.
- When you hear someone say: I will sacrifice my country for the sake of my religion.. Know that he did not understand the meaning of religion or the meaning of the homeland.
- Is it required of us, the young, to say honest to every word that the adults say, even if it is empty words that do not agree with our conscience and information, otherwise we will be traitors and agents?
- The dictatorial regime may build statues in the homeland, but it destroys the human being in the citizen.
- My country taught me that the blood of the martyrs draws the borders of the country.
- We die so that the homeland may live.. Long live for whom? We are the homeland.. If we were not generous, safe, respectful, and free, then we would not have lived, and the homeland would not have lived.
- Home is this place sacred to texts and overcrowded with thieves.
- I did not know that memory also has a fragrance.. It is the perfume of the homeland.
- It will be permissible for people to kill and harm people under the pretext of defending religion and protecting belief at one time, and at another time under the pretext of defending the country and oneself. Sinful slaves who save him, and no one has infallibility what makes his opinion on the deviation of the faith right. Falsehood does not come to him to the extent that it justifies killing .. Those who defend religion by harming people are only defending their opinion alone, but most of them only defend its rights and advantages and take the defense of the belief as an excuse and apologise. with it.
- It is nice for a person to die for his country, but it is more beautiful for him to live for this country.
Felt about home
- I have a homeland that I vowed not to sell
And that I see no one else as his owner forever
- I entrusted him with the crack of youth and a blessing
As the blessing of a people who have become in your shadows - And he loved the homelands of men to them
Maarib spent the youth there - If they mention their homelands, I remind them
The vows of boyhood in which they yearned for that - The soul has drawn it even as if
It has a body that Ban Goder is dead - The home of man is a mother, then
A man punished him one day, he punished his mother
- My country still loves you
As passion was before weaning
- I accept from you where the enemy threw
Pure raging without raging - And redeem every boulder I broke
And it is with the bombs of the mean people - God beard greedy where they are
This is the worst scourge of peace
- And he whose homeland is not proud of him
He has no pride in the home of glory
- And whoever does not build a mentor in his people
He is nothing but a traitor who covers up - And whoever was in his homeland a protector
So his remembrance is a musk in the sleep and amber - And whoever is not without his homeland is a fever
That is a coward but meaner and meaner
- My love is in my tongue and in my blood
My heart glorifies her and my mouth prays for her
- There is no good in one who does not love his country
Nor in the ally of love if not an orphan - And whoever shelters a house denies its bounty
He was an animal above him every non-Arab - Have you not seen that if a bird comes to its nest?
So he sheltered him in his arms, chanting - And there is no homeland that does not have it
Redemption, even if he belongs to them - It is for people like the sun that has not gone away
You light them up and how many of them are my uncle - And whoever oppresses the homeland or forgets its right
The arts of accidents obscure it in the darkest - There is no good in him who loves his home
He set up to weep over a ruined quarter - And those nights were folded by its people
Whoever is ignorant of the days should learn - And the homeland is raised only by its men
And do people advance except with peace? - And whoever has bounty will be stingy with his bounty
On his people dispense with him and disparage - And whoever turns in bliss will be miserable
If his brother is not blessed
- I am free, this country is my country
I beg for its glory so that I may live and sheep
- I am not calling for revolution or removal
I am not calling for an organized army - I only pray for the good of my country
My light, when misery descends, is tented - But goodness in schools please
It is for glory and bragging ladder - They united it and circulated knowledge in it
The medicine of the country is a generalized science - He who gives money is great
The one who spreads knowledge is greater - I don't brag about where I am today
A deputy who obliges him to engage and interject
- If the country magnifies its sons
Houses of reverence sent them down
- Their tasks were crowned as they were crowned
With generous praise and precious
- I mentioned my country, and Madame began
With my longing for the age of antiquity boyhood
- I longed for a land with the greenest of my moustaches
And cut off from me before holding amulets
- People are envious of the high place
They throw him with business intrigues
- And because you, my great country, are a beacon
At your convenience, the civilization of generations - No one who betrays loyalty belongs to you
Loyalty is the testimony of heroes - Oh the kiss of history, the country of guidance
I swear you are a proverb
- And without my homeland, I met you after despair
As if I met you youth
- Every traveler will return one day
If he provided safety and forth - And every life will be folded
And if it is long and good - As if the heart after them is a stranger
If the memory of the family returns to him, he melts - And it does not build you from the creation of the nights
Like someone who lost loved ones and friends
- Homeland but for the stranger and a nation
The club of tyrants and the playground of opposites
- O nation tired of the length of its jihad
Do I live in death or sleep in sleep? - O home, the wolves ravaged his land
My promise is that you are the resting place of the lions - What slow down in the march as if we
Do we walk on horseradish and thistles? - Will we rise one day and fill our souls
The fear of the marketer and the humiliation of the submissive? - Will we live up to the crowd of our men one day?
The weakness of the elders and the lightness of the children? - Woe to the shackles of iron, for we are
From the scourge of separation in handcuffs
- Good morning my poor
Morning tears and exile
- The morning of the wound if he tells
Our land will bleed - Morning of death do not ask
When, where or how! - Birds of death sent
And the slave's head is not hidden - And if the sun knew
She turned off her light in fear - From the rulers to find
A blind person raises the palm - To the Most Gracious, asking him
To send his army in ranks - The rulers have been promised
And all their promises will be fulfilled - Come on sir governor
We praise Him, for He has fulfilled - Melt fear in our blood
And put a sword in our soul - I love my injustice!!
Did he leave him when he was an alpha? - Good morning, my country
A surgeon has become commonplace - The dream dies, we bury it
And we sow after him fear
