Didar Ahmed
Al-Aqsa is dear to my Lord,
the house of God is also dear to me.
Abbas salutes you,
Olmart haraam your dreams,
hence the name quartet known today.
The desert is wet with the tears of a child in Hamas, let's go to Fatah. The world knows the Gaza Strip today, let's go through the death march. The innocent child in the mother's lap is starving in a pile of dirt, the mother is lying on the cursed ground with a bloody chest. As much as the war is going on in Palestine in the tide of Abbas, we don't want Al-Aqsa, we want unholy hands. The conflict that erupted in the peace talks, where there are no UN peacekeepers, why the strategy will not work after the ceasefire, Israel, you have turned the heads of all Muslims. No one got the edge by hitting Islam, you will not get the discount either.
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