بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيمِ
I have migrated westward
To a land where flows the Nile.
Of Khartoum I love the character,
But I was not permitted to reside.
To a land where flows the Nile.
Of Khartoum I love the character,
But I was not permitted to reside.
So then I traveled eastward
Where there are men of radiant brows.
Kabul holds its head up high
Despite the hardship and the danger.
Kabul, with a smiling face,
Offers all-comers shelter and help.
"Why, father, have they sent
These missiles, thick as rain,
Showing mercy neither to a child
Nor to a man shattered by old age?
Father, what has happened
So your likenesses are on placards?
Is your redeeming of an ancient house
A crime that cannot be forgiven?"
"It is a world of criminality, my son
Where children are, like cattle, slaughtered.
Zion is murdering my brothers
And the Arabs hold a congress!
They are America's henchmen,
Blinded and devoid of vision.
This, by your Lord, is a major brand
Of shame to be recorded,
A treachery being pieced together-
Is our defense to come from traitors
I swear by God the great
That I shall fight the infidel!"
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