You Are No One From the Ocean to the Surrounded Gulf

Author: Hafez Al-Barghouthi

And you are no one, you are not yourself nor is anyone with you, you are not with yourself, nor is there a self for you or anyone. You are your own enemy, and your self brews as an enemy to you. So you are from non-existence to non-existence, you have executed your own self, and your self has executed you, so why regret?! You do not feel regret since you killed your brother, your mother, and your father, and you suckled the urine of Satan from a breast that is not your mother's breast. Here you are with yourself, and your self has stripped away from you. Stay in your tents, or in the wilderness and the deserts and the wastelands, from that ocean to the surrounded gulf, for your time is a time for mourning, and your place is a house of suffering. The wretched have come from every nook and cranny, and have conscripted you into their armies, and have encamped you in your own homeland to protect their homes, and they have bankrupted you and destroyed you, for in their accounts you are not of mankind. A horse left there, and hypocrites and apostates are here, and foreigners and Westerners from every den of vice and misfortune, and the dullness of idols in the faces of your rulers and dignitaries and sellers of land, oil, and conscience. You have no time to submit to them, for they did not give you respite. You are not given a choice, for there is no self in your self. You are nothingness, you have executed your faith, and have taken from the dual, triple, and quadruple a sacred trinity imposed on you by the heretics of history and foreigners who did not comprehend your exalted book, so they fabricated the sorceries of the early doomed infidels, and the scraps of their myths, and the worship of Satan, and invented new idols in the measures of the East and West, and everything besides your book has become an enemy to you. You are nonexistent, you have executed your sanctity in words, and your Kaaba is in the darkness, and your book has fled from chests, and you sought refuge with those who kill you, so why lament when you have offered your self as a sacrifice and scepter to the invaders at the temple of Satan in America, the continent of evil, and its mother Europe, and left your religion to sects and denominations that were birthed Britishly and Americanly and Indianly and populistically and Buddhistly and Zoroastrianly and Talmudically, especially, in the form of Islamic groups by name, and they fabricated new gods in the form of a sacred human, mixing the profane with the sacred, so you lost your way, for everyone around you has been possessed. You are no one, no you are with yourself nor is anyone with you, die humble and poor, a slave to others, dual, triple, and quadruple, for you are the bottom.