All philosophies are left behind, weak arguments stare blankly, soulless advice becomes ineffective, the force of oratory wrapped in deceit and cunning dies, and the people of the pulpit and altar are left stunned.
Robes and turbans lose their glory, mountains crumble into pieces and fly like cotton candy, the earth begins to tremble, all wisdom becomes useless, and all plans are destroyed. Those who desire this vile world run away with their tails between their legs, the people of pomp and power begin to hide their faces, palaces become haunted houses, the scene changes, the weather begins to change, the sky looks on in amazement, the birds sitting in the trees and the beasts living in the jungle give way.
When the madmen dance, passion emerges, making a banner of its collar. Then reason is ashamed of itself. When love comes into its own, the ecstatic cry rises higher and higher, and the dance of the wounded becomes faster and faster. When one's beloved attains martyrdom
When life goes in search of death. Everything happens before our eyes. But...! But we cannot see. How can we! There is no sight in these eyes.
Where is the light? Light and sight spring from within. Yes...! From within, from the heart. And what we have mistaken for the heart is just a pump for spreading blood. Where is the heart...? No! This is not a heart, just a lump of flesh.
Those whose hearts beat walk ahead of the times. They shout ecstatic slogans, they enter the field with their heads in their hands. They challenge death, and death, afraid of them, hides somewhere. These madmen go out to put death to death and then become immortal. Then the Lord Almighty comes in glory and commands: Those who call them dead! Do not even think such a thing, beware! Whoever even thinks like that. They are alive, immortal, they receive sustenance, they are alive and eternal. Those who fulfill their vows in the presence of the Lord, those who fulfill their covenant, indifferent to reward and praise, those who give their body, mind, and wealth to the Lord, O Martyr of Aqsa, peace be upon you.
Where is this battle of love and affection not raging, where is it not raging? The earth is adorned with a fair all around... and the madmen and moths who plunder the fair attain their destination in the love of the Lord.
And we are just spectators, lamenters, and elegists.
If I start counting now, it will be repetitive. It will be burdensome on the delicate nature. This battle of love is raging right in front of you. Are you not seeing it in Gaza! These are called believers, servants of the Lord, mysterious servants who deny everything, who embrace death and become alive, who sacrifice their blood, their lives, their loved ones to the Lord, the people of the caravan of Hussain (RA) who are intoxicated with love and ecstasy.
Ismail Haniya, peace be upon you, this is to pass away in obedience to the Lord. You have proved it. We all kept watching, and you achieved your goal.
Waving your rank-breaking sword on falsehood,
Keep narrating the story of Ibn Qasim again
The passion for martyrdom is the wealth of life
Keep discussing it caravan after caravan
O Martyr of Aqsa! Peace be upon you.
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O Kamran and successful Yahya Sanwar! Peace be upon you.
O fortunate and brave Abu Obaida! Peace be upon you.
O you who kick this vile and transient world! Peace be upon you.
And O prisoners of this world of deceit and deception...! Open your eyes...!
O you who grope in the dark even with eyes! Open your eyes. Look at this beautiful scene, smell this fragrance, which dims the color and fragrance of the world, which adorns the bodies of the martyrs. Open your eyes and look at these innocent buds lying on the ground, beautiful young men, chaste women, old men, young men. Look, this is life... the madmen who deny everything, the people of loyalty and purity who only chant the rosary of the Lord.
No one can stop this caravan of the path of truth and love and ecstasy now.
O you who spit on the faces of the so-called bearers of the banner of humanity! Peace be upon you.
Ahmed Douran said: "Whenever a bomb explodes around our house, I start dancing in front of my three-year-old daughter. My daughter has now started to understand the bombing as a game."
O you who understand death as a game! Peace be upon you.
O prisoners of the world! O you who are humiliated in the desire for the vile world! O shameless rulers of the so-called Muslims and states! O statues of insensitivity! Look, this is life.
Look at the dawn that springs from the blood of the martyrs. Look! This revolution does not stop by averting your eyes. Make your last efforts to save your palaces...! They will not be saved, by the Lord of the Kaaba, nothing will be saved.
O you who are born in camps, who are displaced, who dance in the rain of gunpowder, brave people who are accustomed to hunger and thirst, who live with dust on your heads! Peace be upon you. O people of Gaza! Peace be upon you.
O worshippers of this vanishing vile world! Save it if you can. Nothing will be saved.
And listen! O you who desire the world, listen! Listen, O you who sing the song of human rights, listen! Listen, O you selfish people who play the farce of self-determination! Listen and listen carefully! Do you think that the people of Palestine will fall into your deception again with your baseless consolations, with the dramas you have created, with your showy jumping...? It does not seem like it will happen this time, because they know.
Only the coin of truth will prevail in the land of the world
Keep revealing this truth to the people of falsehood
Life is the name of the same good deed, Kaifi
Keep destroying disbelief and making truth eternal