Land of Desolation and Ruin

There is no warmth in this desolate morning, a blue sky as if it is distancing itself from the vile earth, and a soft, glaring sun as if its rays are ice needles. There are no news other than bloodshed, no children heralding life, no houses that are not threatened with demolition on the shore, no remaining houses in Gaza, no cities sleeping from Rafah to the Strait of Hormuz, to Persia and the Levant, to Beirut, and to the dry lands of Mesopotamia without tributaries. The evacuation of Gaza, the evacuation of the valleys, the evacuation of Jerusalem, and the evacuation of half of Lebanon. The affluent Gulf cities have been visited by the ravens of separation just as their sisters in Tripoli, Baghdad, Beirut, Gaza, Jerusalem, Sana'a, and Aden have been visited; the plan continues. Those who tore our national fabric have returned to tear what remains without further tearing. We have become mounts in wars that are not ours, and we kill in them without funerals. O you system and that system, and those systems and organizations, and every ruler and every ruled, the time has come for a comprehensive Arab evacuation to the Empty Quarter and to the Great Desert, there is no escape.

The land of desolation and ruin has been swept by the winds of poison from an island that drinks the blood of children, rapes minors, dissolves victims in acids and deadly bombs, and urinates in their pants while exchanging their women and children.

What creatures are these? I do not think they belong to the human race, but rather they are demonic beings who have possessed the money and weapons and have enslaved the land. It is a disgrace for us to be the led victim, to be in the house of their obedience humiliated.

O you ruler adorned with false medals made of clay and debauchery, behold, you dig your own grave with your own hands, beneath their fingerlings and their shoes. And o Arab wrapped in silk and feathers, this is not fine silk but a garment of disgrace. Their poisons have blown upon you, they have gathered what they have in their barbaric history from the continent of evil, which has not been reached by prophets, and in the art of extermination to crush the land of ancient civilizations.

O Arab, the era of prophets has passed, and no prophet will save you from this fate, so be the prophet yourself, or else annihilation. Rise, strike, and shake as much as you can with what you can, for you are not destined to be the victim of silence.