المجله الإلكترونية الاسبوعيه. تصدر عن دار نشر تحيا مصر للابداع

The weekly electronic magazine is issued by Tahya Misr Publishing House for Creativity 

كتاب اليكتروني. وداعا لشرفاء وشهداء الأمه

E-book: Goodbye to buying the nation’s martyrs.  

....يحيا السنوار بالشهادة يحيا

.... اذا مات يحي فهو الآن يحيى....

يحي هو سلك طريقه الى الجنه

والقتله هم  ينتظرون انتقام الله

نحسبه عند الله ذو الفضل والمنه

من شهداءالعرب والاسلام دين الله

هكذا لله حكمه وقضائه ولابد عنه

فى لحظه تنتهى كل مناحى الحياه

السنوار أراد الله له شهاده لها تمنى

أعطاه  ربه فوق كل ماكان يتمناه

هو يحي.فى الدنيا وفى يحيا بجنه 

شهيدا عند ربه مع من اجتباهم الله. 

....Sanwar lives by martyrdom. He lives....If Yahya died, he is now Yahya....Yahya is on his way to Paradise, and the killers are waiting for God’s vengeance. We consider him in the sight of God to be one of the best and most gracious among the martyrs of the Arabs and Islam, the religion of God. Thus, God has his rule and judgment, and it is necessary for him. In a moment, all aspects of Al-Sanwar’s life come to an end. God wanted him to bear witness to it. He wished. His Lord gave him above all he could have wished for. He lives. In this world and in Paradise, he lives as a martyr with his Lord, with those whom God has chosen.  

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{{{{{{طفح الكيل وزاد الحد }}}}}}}

 اواه غزة العزة!!!!

لا تعتبن.... على من ماتت الحمية في صدره حثالة القوم نما حقدها ...الوان

 

تشتم .ريحه نتن فالكلاب تأنف منه ما حصّلت الوفاء عندها وللنذالة .اخوان 

                              

فلاتحسبن.... المجد تملكه بكرسي ولا بزيف.طيب بين ألناس  و قبرك للعيان 

فالكلاب لا تأكل الجيفة لأنها حفظت ما تربّت عليه  فأكلها من يدعي انسان 

رقصتم  بالمحافل ثملتم.على اجساد اطفال "خسئتم"  لا لكم قلب شجعان 

تحدوا بصدورهم العارية ورفعوا راية الحق ضد ظالم وقد طال ذل.الزمان! 

يدك .في سبيل الله حامية .....الأرض والعرض ليوث الحمى"اصحو"ياثملان

صقور فوف الطود والصحراء اسودها ما انجبتهم النساء  في كل... الاحيان 

يحاولون ترويض العرب ثكلتهم امهم الم يعرفوا انهم من قحطان وعدنان؟ 

ونجوم الليل تروي قصة الصبر وجبال الصبر لا تغفو عنك غزة على الشطآن

 

وبحر غزة العزة يناديكم لكن انا ابنها عملت اضلعي مجذاف سفينة الربان

 

انا العربي الحر لو لم يبق من عمري الا يوم سيصهر باللظى حرف نير.الغربان 

والموت واحد لعلي ارى قومي ..شدو الهمة دافعوا عن الحق من كل خسآن 

انا الهديل .احلق في السماء لا تسلني سأخرج من الاجداث لأهزم الشيطان 

سأفترش التراب التحف السما ودفئي نور الشمس والموت واحد لا.. موتان

والمزن سيغسل الحزن من .....الأرض وجيَف الدهر  لا اسم لها...ولا...عنوان

 

ففي كل زمان فيه ابو لهب إلا.. مثلكم ما ورد عيب مثله في كل...... اليلدان

 

الدنيا ...دوارة  اليوم على غزة .وغدا هل تتصدون ام تهربون كالجرذان؟!!

تأكلون وتشربون  وقتل جائر...هل؟!! ادلكم على شرف خذوه من "النسوان"

ايا بلاد العرب جودي  بخالد... وصلاح الدين وكل الصحابة ......والشجعان 

 أيا بلاد العرب استردي هيبتك فأنتم أهل الحق والرجولة مكبلة بيد سجان *

يا ارض العروبة تقية نقية بنى المجد جسرا بينك وبين الأحرار  كل الأحيان 

لعمري....طفح الكيل وزاد الحد ولطم الخد من سيرتكم يا ما تسمون. عربان *

مروا على غزة ستجدون فيها ..اسودا لا تفتكروها سهلة..تصصاد... كالغزلان

 

حملوا... القرآن بيد يختارون الموت لا يطاطؤون ..الرأس الا لله .....الرحمن اكتوبر...(((((((30/10/2024)))))))_✌️_✍️بقلم الشاعرة د.عطاف الخوالدة

{{{{{{Enough is enough and the limit has increased}}}}}}} Oh, Gaza, the glory!!!! Do not blame.... On the one in whose chest the fever died. The scum of the people whose hatred has grown... Colors that smell. His smell is stinking. The dogs take offense to him. Loyalty and scoundrel have never been achieved. Brothers, do not think.... Glory is won by a chair or by falsehood. Be kind among the people and your grave. It is clear that dogs do not eat carrion because they preserved what they were raised on, so it was eaten by someone who claims to be a human. You danced in forums and got drunk on the bodies of children. “You have lost.” You do not have a brave heart. They defied with their bare chests and raised the banner of truth against an oppressor, and that humiliation has been long. Time has passed! Your hand, for the sake of God, is a protector... the earth and the honor of the lions of the fever. “Wake up,” you two drunkards, the hawks of the mountains and the desert, its blackness. Women have not given birth to them at all... Sometimes they try to tame the Arabs. Their mothers are bereft of them. Did they not know that they are from Qahtan and Adnan? And the stars of the night tell the story of patience. And the mountains of patience do not forget about you. Gaza is on the shore and the sea of ​​Gaza. Pride is calling you. But I, its son, made my ribs the oar of the captain’s ship. I am the free Arab. If only a day of my life remains, the letter of the yoke will be melted in the flames. The crows and death are one. Perhaps I will see my people. Strengthen your resolve. Defend the truth from every defeat. I am Al-Hadeel. Soar in the sky. Do not ask me. I will emerge from the graves to defeat Satan. I will lie down on the dust, antiques, the sky, and my warmth is the light of the sun, and death is one, no.. two deaths, and grief will wash away sadness from.....the earth and the carcasses of eternity that have no name... And there is no... title. There is Abu Lahab in every era, except... like you. There is no such defect reported in all... the world's countries... rotating today on Gaza. And tomorrow, will you fight back, or will you flee like rats?!! You eat, drink, and kill unjustly... Is it?!! I direct you to an honor that you took from the “women”. O Arab countries, give me Khaled... and Saladin and all the companions... and the brave ones. O Arab countries, restore your prestige, for you are the people of truth, and manhood is shackled in the hands of a jailer. * O land of Arabism, pious and pure. Glory built a bridge between you and... Free people at all times, for my life....enough is enough, the limit has increased, and the slapping of the cheek from your life, whatever you call it. Arabs * Pass by Gaza and you will find there... lions that you do not think are easy... to hunt... like deer. They carried... the Qur’an in their hand, choosing death. They do not bow their heads... except to God... the Most Gracious, October... ((((( ((10/30/2024))))))))__Written by the poet Dr. Etaf Al Khawaldeh 

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♧♧♧♧تعاظم الخطب ♧♧♧♧

ماتت ...بوجودك الأحلام...... والآمال

وتعاظم الخطب من كثرة..... الأحزان

كلما ....زرعنا في روابي الخير... أمل

تنسف.... الميثاق وتشعل..... النيران

هذي .....السنون والأيام....... تمضي

بين..... نفاق وكذب نعيشها... سيان

قصور..... المجد قد هدوا..... أركانها

قوانين...... زيف ..وجور.... وبهتان

تأملوا..... اليوم ما نحن .......نعانيه

الكل .....خدام وللغرب......... أعوان

وطن..... بات اليوم والشمل... ممزق

شريف ....القوم بات اليوم...... مدان

عصبة... كنا إذا دخل الغريب.... حينا

باتت... بلادي مرتع للأعداء..... عيان

لولاك ....ما سلب الأعداء...... خيراتنا

النبع.... فوار وكل الشعب....... ظمآن

هذي ....حروفي هدية من..... شاعر

يموت جوعاً ويأبى الذل ....والهوان

آداب الشعار تتجلى بصدق حروفهم

واليوم...الكل شعار وأنا ......سلطان

 **✍️بقلمي د سلطان ربداوي

Increased speeches have died...with your presence dreams...and hopes, and speeches have increased due to many.....sorrows. Whenever...we plant in the hills of goodness...hope, you blow up...the covenant and ignite... These fires.....years and days.......pass between.....hypocrisy and lies we live in...the same palaces.....Glory has been guided.....its pillars are laws... ..Falsity..and injustice....and slander. Consider.....today what we are.......suffering is for everyone.....servants and for the West.........helpers of a homeland... Today the people are torn apart... the people are now... condemned as a group... when a stranger enters... our neighborhood has become... my country has become a hotbed of enemies... eyewitnesses. If it were not for you....the enemies would not have taken away......our bounties, the spring....Fwarr and all the people.......thirsty. These....my letters are a gift from.....a poet who dies of hunger and refuses to be humiliated. ...and dishonor, the etiquette of the slogan is revealed by the sincerity of their letters, and today...everyone is a slogan, and I am......Sultan ** Written by Dr. Sultan Rabdawi 

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قصيدة بعنوان (ماعاد الصمت يلازمنا)

بقلم/أحمد فضل

ماعاد الصمت يلازمنا

نشجب وندين لن تنفع

لغة واحدة تكسرهم

لغة الصاروخ والمدفع 

غزة دوماً أرض العزة

فهى الوحل والمستنقع 

وهى الدرع وهى السيف

شهداؤها مصابيح تسطع 

عاشت مصر بقيادتها

كسبت ثقة العالم أجمع

وعظيمة ياقلب الأمة

والقلب مازال الأشجع 

ستعود القدس كما كانت

ونصلى فى الأقصى ونركع 

ورداء العزة يكسوها

على عرش العالم تتربع

أمتنا العربية قوية

ابدا ابدا لن تجزع 

المولى وعدنا بالنصر

وفى قوله نثق ولن نخضع 

إما النصر وإما شهادة

نسعى إليها فهى الأرفع

إما النصر وإما شهادة

نسعى إليها فهى الأرفع

اللهم نصرك الذي وعدت اللهم انصرهم وقوهم واممددهم بمدد وجنود من عندك ياكريم اللهم امين يارب العالمين وصل اللهم وسلم وبارك على سيدنا محمد وعلى آله وصحبه وسلم اجمعين

A poem entitled (Silence no longer accompanies us) Written by Ahmed Fadl Silence no longer accompanies us. We denounce and condemn. One language will not help. The language of missiles and cannons will not help. Gaza has always been a land of pride. It is the mud and the swamp. It is the shield and it is the sword. Its martyrs are shining lamps. Long live Egypt. Under its leadership, it gained the trust of the entire world. It is great, oh the heart of the nation, and the heart still remains. The bravest: Jerusalem will return as it was, and we will pray in Al-Aqsa, and we will kneel with the robe of glory covering it on the throne of the world. Our Arab nation will sit strong, never and never. The Lord will not be dismayed. He promised us victory. And in His saying, we trust and will not submit. Either victory or a testimony we strive for is the highest. Either victory or a testimony we strive for is the highest. O God, your victory, which I promised, O God, grant them victory, strengthen them, and provide them with supplies and soldiers from You, O Generous One. O God, Amen, O Lord of the Worlds. May God bless and grant peace and blessings to our Master Muhammad and to his family and companions and peace to all of them. 

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كلمات همجيه

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قصيدة لــ صابر حجازي

يتمدد ليل الظلمة في عيني

بين الريح الشتوية

تتشابك في رأسي

كلمات همجية

تتدافع أوراقي

بالألفاظ الشعرية

تنسج معني الغربة بكياني

تنسج أحلاما في فجر

أشعر فيه ..بالحرية

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في بلدي

حين يموت البطل المغوار

بنهاية قصة

وتضاء الأنوار

يخرج صوت الجمهور

يهتف

يعلن صوت الرفض شعار

كم ينسي أن فلسطين

في كل نهار

يسقط فيها ألف شهيد

لكن

يصمت صوت الجمهور 

كأن ..فلسطين

ليست عربية

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لما كنا أطفالا

أذكرهم قالوا :-

إن صلاح الدين

كان يقاتل من أجل فلسطين

وكان يُجمِّع خيل الوحدة

في تيه دروب عربية

والآن كبرنا ...

وعرفنا

أن صلاح الدين

والوحدة...

وفلسطين

كحقائق ..وهمية

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والآن

يتمدد ليل الظلمة في عيني

بين الريح الشتوية

كي تهدأ...

في رأسي

كلمات همجية

بقلم. صابر حجازي

Barbaric words............... A poem by Saber Hegazy The night of darkness expands in my eyes between the winter winds intertwined in my head Barbaric words scramble my leaves with poetic words You weave the meaning of estrangement into my being You weave dreams in a dawn in which I feel.. With freedom ****** In my country, when the commanding hero dies at the end of a story and the lights turn on, the voice of the crowd comes out, chanting, announcing the voice of rejection as a slogan. How many forget that every day in Palestine a thousand martyrs fall, but the voice of the crowd is silent, as if... Palestine is not Arab **** ** When we were children, I remember them saying: - Saladin was fighting for Palestine and was gathering the horses of unity in wandering Arab paths, and now we have grown up... and we know that Saladin and unity... and Palestine as facts... are fake ****** And now The dark night in my eyes expands between the winter winds to calm down... In my head are barbaric words 

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Palestinian, except you who hear the dew, accept my supplication. In the name of the Great God, the Helper. Peace. In the name of the Answerer. Prayers for honorable Arabs. For the homeless, orphaned, and insecure. For the marginalized. You have not received peace. Palestinians... all races, ages, and religions. Who among us is satisfied? He will be broken, defeated, or humiliated. I wish hostility would disappear from us and in us, and safety would remain. And it remains my holiness, it has been accepted, so that the blood of a coward, whoever and whoever, will not be deemed permissible by it He is satisfied to remain tied up, so I see a mother who shouted at the top of her voice and her child is thrown into the garden of paradise. My Lord is a witness that the martyr responded to the call and the unleashing has arrived. You are for victory my beloved, my lover, my antidote and the source of infatuation. You have been extinguished. I slept in my belly and watered it with the blood of war. From a heart of rock that cannot be judged. It does not tolerate or fear the fears of enemies, and its weapons are made of rock, embers like fire. A Palestinian......in Jerusalem My prayer and my sanctuary, and in my poetry, an anthem to my homelands, calling me to protect me, sharing my joy and my sorrows, blaming the eternity for what it has become, our sanctuary, its tears from my blood and my arteries, so do not yearn for an occupier, nor its tears for my Arabs, for our Arabs turned silent and their eyes closed on me, just as I have no burden for me alone, and their distraction from me exceeds my limit, so I am not a prisoner in My journey and my day have not diminished my night. I appeal to us. I appeal to every Arab. Saladin has died. All my knights have died. They have died. They have died in us and what is in me. I see their fans attacking and there is no echo in us. I see in their silence my shame, my sorrows, and my address. I see the Zionist has passed over my conquest and my sanctity. You did not see my deterrence. You did not see in us anyone who would stand up for me. Palestinian...so visit my Al-Aqsa Mosque, Jerusalem She is humiliated, dreaming, and our limit is my limit. So what is the meaning and what is the significance? And Gaza has not been humiliated and invaded. My Arabs have become an exile and a haven for all my usurpers. So where is the one who gave birth to a male and the protector of my homeland? And where is the one who intentionally aborted and feared being orphaned? I see her, she was not humiliated dreaming, and our nostalgia has disappeared without me, and a fetus has descended on my land, and our rulers have not humiliated my foolishness and youth. A quarter was not satisfied Insult her, so take it easy, O Arabs. Not in every hunt the crows succeed. The mean one is not the one who rebels. If you rebel, you are the one who is insulted, then create for yourself someone who is feared and does not suffer. And stone the demons from which your soul has been hurt for time. Create for yourself a time in which you will live and not be condemned. Take a path in which you will live and you will find Paradise. Palestinian..... .. ..... Written by #Arab Poet Haitham Mohamed Abdel-Al 

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ياشمس أكتوبر

ياشمس العبور

ياحارقة العدو

وكاشفة الغرور

وشهيدك اللي

نازف ع الصخور

لجل يبقي إسمك

في التاريخ مسطور

ياشمس أكتوبر

ياشمس العبور

ياحارقة العدو

وكاشفة الغرور

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بقلم /محمد صادق ندا

Oh the sun of October, the sun of transit, you who incinerate the enemy and expose arrogance, and your martyr who is bleeding on the rocks, so that your name may be written in history. O sun of October, the sun of transit, you incinerate the enemy and expose arrogance ....................... Written by: Muhammad Sadiq Nada 

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رأيت العذراء 

رأيت العذراء فى القدس 

ترفرف بجناحيها باسمه

وتقول هذا موطنى 

مهما كذبت النفوس الاثمه 

طاهرة ارضى كماء المطر

وستحيا امنه سالمه 

إنها اغلى ما فى الكون 

أرض ارتوت بالدماء المؤمنة 

رأيت العذراء فى القطاع

صامته من هول المصائب و الاوجاع  

تبتسم لكل طفل فى الخفاء 

تدعو ان تنبت له الأرض الطعام

وان تصب له الماء السماء 

رأيت العذراء فى الخان

تدعو بكل حنان ،يالله

نج اطفالنا من اهل الشيطان 

رأيت العذراء فى الضفه 

تختبىء وراء حجر صدفه،

تشير باصبعيها يا من تخافون الموت

ستمتون بلا ثمن أو ذكرى 

رأيت العذراء فى جباليا 

تغمض عينيها متالمه 

وتقول:يالله فرق بيننا 

وبين القلوب الظالمه

I saw the Virgin. I saw the Virgin in Jerusalem, flapping her wings in His name and saying, “This is my homeland, no matter how sinful souls lie.” Pure. My land is like rainwater and you will live safe and sound. It is the most precious thing in the universe. A land that has been nourished by faithful blood. I saw the Virgin in the Strip, silent from the horror of calamities and pain, smiling at every child in secret, praying for it to sprout. The earth is food for him, and if the sky pours water for him, I saw the Virgin in the inn praying with all tenderness, O God, save our children from the people of Satan. I saw the Virgin in the bank, hiding behind a shell stone, pointing with her fingers. You who fear death, you will die without price or memory. I saw the Virgin in Jabalia, closing her eyes in pain and saying. Oh God, there is a difference between us and unjust hearts 

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بقلم فاطمه الأحمد(بنت النيل )

اصرخى 

وطنى الحبيب يالى جرحك ماله طبيب 

ان شالله شمسك ابدا ما تغيب 

يا كلمه حق فكل حق بيصيب 

وقف القلب على بابك ،يبكى وحدتك وعذابك

اصرخى يا أرض غزة 

علمى اللى باعو العزة 

ان هيجيلهم يوم يكونوا ذكرى مستفزة

Written by Fatima Al-Ahmad (Daughter of the Nile) Scream, my beloved country. Oh, your wound has no doctor. God willing, your sun will never set. O word of truth, for every truth strikes. The heart stops at your door, weeping for your loneliness and your torment. Scream, O land of Gaza. Teach those who sold their pride that a day will come when they will be a provocative memory. 

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يا نفس توبي كفاك

فالموت  شئ محتمل 

ونعشي يسير ركبانا 

 بين الناس وكل علم 

والنفس تبكي مذعورة

على  فعل لا يرضي

وحيدة لا تقوى

على النطق والرد

تقبر في لحد عساه

متسعا والتراب ينهال 

ولسان عن نطق يقال

أسفي على خطأ كان مني

وشيعوني  ولم يسامحنى

من أساء لهم لساني يوما

والمال والبنون لن يغنوا عنا

يا نفس توبي توبة نصوحا 

فالوقت قد حان يسرع

وسوء النفس فيه أردع

تقبل مني ربي توبة وعملا

والعفو منك ليوم نراه قُبلا

.....بقلم.......

....منى محمد....

Oh my soul, repent, enough of it, death is a possible thing, and my coffin rides among the people and every knowledge, and the soul cries in terror over an act that does not please me, alone and unable to speak and respond, it is buried in a grave that might be wide, and the dust falls down, and the tongue is unable to speak, and it is said that I am sorry for a mistake that was mine, and they spread me, and those who were offended by my tongue did not forgive me. One day, money and children will not be of use to us, O soul, repent with sincere repentance, for the time has come quickly, and the evil of the soul in it is deterrent. May my Lord accept from me my repentance and deeds, and pardon from you for a day that we will see it before... Written by... .... Mona Muhammad.. .. 

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🌠شهيد الكرامة 

             د . نوال حمود 

لله درك كم بالسر والجهر أرعدت 

      وفي لحظة حلقت  

        مثل سنا البرق 

أوعدت وهددت وعلى العقول كتبت

   نحن هنا ، وهنا سنبقى 

      سنا ضوء أرق

بعزم حديد فللت ، وصهرت وسكبت

    عز الدنيا رسما" للدرب         

          خارطة أدق..

سلكنا وراء إشعاعك نستنير بالخطو 

   ونرسم ..شوق النصر 

     لفجر جاء بغدق

تربعت على عرش الكرامة تاج فداء

ومهدت للأجيال الدروب      

       لنضال أشق 

قال اسميته يحي ليحيا وهاأنت 

  يا يحي تحيي اسمك بوطن

         وضاء  بألق

تسطر حروفه للمجد على الأيام

  يخط النصر بيانا" قان

    كرسم في الشفق.

    عشتار سوريا 

بقلمي د. نوال علي حمود

Martyr of dignity Dr. Nawal Hammoud, may God realize how much you thundered in secret and in public, and in an instant you flew like spears of lightning, promising and threatening, and on the minds you wrote, “We are here, and here we will remain a tooth.” A thinner light with iron resolve melted, melted, and poured out the glory of the world as a drawing. “The path has a more precise map. We followed your radiance, enlightened by the steps and drawing.. The longing for victory for a dawn that came with glory. You sat on the throne of dignity as a crown of redemption and paved the paths for a more difficult struggle for the generations. He said, “I named him Yahya to live, and here you are, Yahya, reviving your name with a brightly lit homeland whose letters are written for glory over the days. Victory writes a statement.” He appeared like a drawing in the twilight. Ishtar Syria, written by Dr. Nawal Ali Hammoud 

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سلام  الضعفاء 

أي سلطان علي كلمات الوداع 

تفلت من عقال الجبن والخنوع 

تمكث عقودا من زمن الرداءة 

لتصبر على سعير جهنم دهرا 

ولا تقبل مذلة البوح عن شهيد 

ولد شهيدا تزاحم على الوغى 

يتحين الموت ويهوى مخالبها   

ولا يتسول الصفح من جلاد 

يبتسم في وجه النعي المؤجر 

باع الروح لخالقها دون روية 

وهل يتدبر الميعاد من فتش 

العمر كله عن رائحة الجنان 

روى حلم الطفولة بمسك الدم   

عصي الدمع شيمته باقة صبر   

كل القصائد عجزت عن الوصف 

بنى للروح مسكنا خالد البنيان 

وداعا يا روح هتفت بلقاء المصطفى 

بقلمي : البشير سلطاني

Peace of the weak, what power over words of farewell, escaping from the shackles of cowardice and submissiveness, staying for decades of the time of mediocrity, to be patient with the blazing fires of Hell for an eternity, and not accepting the humiliation of revealing a martyr who was born a martyr, jostling for the attack, waiting for death, yearning for its claws, and not begging for forgiveness from an executioner who smiles in the face of the rented obituary, who sold the soul to its Creator. Without thinking, will he manage the appointed time? He who searched his whole life for the smell of paradise. He narrated a childhood dream of holding blood. Sticks of tears. His badge is a bouquet of patience. All the poems failed to describe. He built for the soul a dwelling place. Immortal Al-Bunyan. Goodbye, soul. I chanted to meet the Chosen One. With my pen: Al-Bashir Sultani. 

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جثامين حـارقة 

             ـــــــــــ 

               أ / بندر علي مجمل 

كم لحظة لابد أن نرى فيها 

طفل شهيد 

أو طفلة تحتضر بسكينة 

أو رضيع في المهد 

 ترضع ثدي أمه الشهيدة 

كم مرة لابد أن نرى 

لحظات مؤسفة 

        عارية من الإنسانية 

أخوة صغار يذبحون 

على قارعة الطرقات 

       تحت الأنقاض الحزينة 

جثامين متفحمة حارقة 

ملقاة في ضواحي أرض مذبوحة 

بحقد مسلح 

بعالمية منافقة 

بعروبة ساذجة 

تمنح الجلاد مقصلة و سكينة 

عروبة مهجورة 

تمردت 

على الماضي .... و الأمجاد الدفينة 

و أمة رضعت الخيانة 

بعفوية متناهية 

أضاعت نهجها في سراديب 

                          مدنية عارية 

منحت المجرم 

أمتيازات لأرتكاب 

                 كل يوم جريمة 

أ / بندر علي مجمل ــ اليمن ٢٩ / ١٠ / ٢٠٢٤م

Burning corpses - - A / Bandar Ali. How many times must we see a martyr child or a girl peacefully dying or an infant in a cradle breastfeeding his martyr mother? How many times must we see unfortunate moments devoid of humanity, young brothers slaughtered on the side of the road, under the sad rubble, burning charred corpses? Lying on the outskirts of a land slaughtered by hatred armed with hypocritical universalism, with a naive Arabism that gives the executioner a guillotine and a knife, an abandoned Arabism that rebelled against the past... and buried glories, and a nation that nursed betrayal with extreme spontaneity that lost its approach in the bare civil basements that granted the criminal privileges to commit a crime every day, Mr. Bandar Ali Majmal - Yemen 10/29/2024 AD 

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نماذج من الأدعية الجامعة .

إن أجمع الدعاء وأشمله وأفضله : أن يقدم المسلم قبل دعائه ، اعتراف واقرار بأن الله واحد في هذا الكون الفسيح ، الله وحده خالق لكل ما في هذا الكون الفسيح ، الله وحده المستحق للعبادة في هذا الكون الفسيح ، الله وحده المالك لكل ما في هذا الكون الفسيح ، الله وحده المتصرف في كل الكائنات في هذا الكون الفسيح ، يُعطي هذا ويمنع ذاك بعلمه وحكمته ، يُمرض هذا ويُشفي ذاك بعلمه وحكمته ، لا يخفي عليه شيء من أحوال الخلق أجمعين .

ومن أجل الأدعية لدفع الكرب وزوال الهم ما رواه الإمام أبو داود من حديث أَسْمَاءَ بِنْتِ عُمَيْسٍ ( رَضِيَ اللَّهُ عَنْهَا ) قَالَتْ : قَالَ لِي رَسُولُ اللَّهِ ( صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ ) : ( أَلَا أُعَلِّمُكِ كَلِمَاتٍ تَقُولِينَهُنَّ عِنْدَ الْكَرْبِ أَوْ فِي الْكَرْبِ ؟.  اللَّهُ ، اللَّهُ رَبِّي ، لَا أُشْرِكُ بِهِ شَيْئًا ) . وروي الشيخان من حديث عَبْدِ اللَّهِ بْنِ عَبَّاسٍ ( رَضِيَ اللَّهُ عَنْهما ) أَنَّ رَسُولَ اللَّهِ ( صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ ) كَانَ يَقُولُ عِنْدَ الْكَرْبِ : ( لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا اللَّهُ الْعَظِيمُ الْحَلِيمُ ، لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا اللَّهُ رَبُّ الْعَرْشِ الْعَظِيمِ ، لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا اللَّهُ رَبُّ السَّمَوَاتِ وَرَبُّ الْأَرْضِ وَرَبُّ الْعَرْشِ الْكَرِيمِ ) . 

ومن أجل الأدعية التي يرقي بها المسلم نفسه أو غيره ، ما رواه الإمام أحمد من حديث  فَضَالَةَ بْنِ عُبَيْدٍ الْأَنْصَارِيِّ ( رَضِيَ اللَّهُ عَنْهُ ) قَالَ : عَلَّمَنِي النَّبِيُّ ( صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ ) رُقْيَةً وَأَمَرَنِي أَنْ أَرْقِيَ بِهَا مَنْ بَدَا لِي . قَالَ : ( قُلْ : رَبَّنَا اللَّهُ الَّذِي فِي السَّمَوَاتِ ، تَقَدَّسَ اسْمُكَ ، أَمْرُكَ فِي السَّمَاءِ وَالْأَرْضِ ، اللَّهُمَّ كَمَا أَمْرُكَ فِي السَّمَاءِ ، فَاجْعَلْ رَحْمَتَكَ عَلَيْنَا فِي الْأَرْضِ ، اللَّهُمَّ رَبَّ الطَّيِّبِينَ ، اغْفِرْ لَنَا حَوْبَنَا وَذُنُوبَنَا وَخَطَايَانَا ، وَنَزِّلْ رَحْمَةً مِنْ رَحْمَتِكَ وَشِفَاءً مِنْ شِفَائِكَ عَلَى مَا بِفُلَانٍ مِنْ شَكْوَى فَيَبْرَأُ ، وَقُلْ ذَلِكَ ثَلَاثًا) ،  ثُمَّ تَعَوَّذْ بِالْمُعَوِّذَتَيْنِ ثَلَاثَ مَرَّاتٍ  ) . ومن المعلوم أن المعوذتين هما سورة الفلق والناس.

ومن أجمع وأشمل وأفضل الأدعية عند الصباح والمساء ؛ ما رواه الإمام أبو داود وغيره من حديث جُبَيْرِ بْنِ مُطْعِمٍ ( رَضِيَ اللَّهُ عَنْهُ ) قَالَ : سَمِعْتُ عَبْدَ اللَّهِ بْنَ عُمَرَ ( رَضِيَ اللَّهُ عَنْهُمَا ) يَقُولُ : لَمْ يَكُنْ رَسُولُ اللَّهِ ( صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ ) يَدَعُ هَؤُلَاءِ الدَّعَوَاتِ حِينَ يُصْبِحُ وَحِينَ يُمْسِي : ( اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ الْعَافِيَةَ فِي الدُّنْيَا وَالْآخِرَةِ ، اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَسْأَلُكَ الْعَفْوَ وَالْعَافِيَةَ فِي دِينِي وَدُنْيَايَ وَأَهْلِي وَمَالِي ، اللَّهُمَّ اسْتُرْ عَوْرَاتِي وَآمِنْ رَوْعَاتِي ، اللَّهُمَّ احْفَظْنِي مِنْ بَيْنِ يَدَيَّ وَمِنْ خَلْفِي وَعَنْ يَمِينِي وَعَنْ شِمَالِي وَمِنْ فَوْقِي وَأَعُوذُ بِعَظَمَتِكَ أَنْ أُغْتَالَ مِنْ تَحْتِي ، قَالَ : يَعْنِي الْخَسْفَ  ) . 

 وما رواه الإمام الترمذي من حديث أبي بَكْرٍ الصِّدِّيقَ ( رَضِيَ اللَّهُ عَنْهُ ) قَالَ:  يَا رَسُولَ اللَّهِ ، عَلِّمْنِي مَا أَقُولُ إِذَا أَصْبَحْتُ وَإِذَا أَمْسَيْتُ .  فَقَالَ : ( يَا أَبَا بَكْر ٍ، قُلْ : اللَّهُمَّ فَاطِرَ السَّمَوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ ، عَالِمَ الْغَيْبِ وَالشَّهَادَةِ ، لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا أَنْتَ ، رَبَّ كُلِّ شَيْءٍ وَمَلِيكَهُ ، أَعُوذُ بِكَ مِنْ شَرِّ نَفْسِي ، وَمِنْ شَرِّ الشَّيْطَانِ وَشِرْكِهِ ، وَأَنْ أَقْتَرِفَ عَلَى نَفْسِي سُوءًا أَوْ أَجُرَّهُ إِلَى مُسْلِمٍ ) .

ومن الأدعية الجامعة التي تُقال في أي وقت من أجل الإحتماء بالله لدفع وساوس الشيطان، ما رواه الإمام الترمذي وحسنه ، من حديث شَكَلِ بْنِ حُمَيْدٍ ( رَضِيَ اللَّهُ عَنْهُ ) قَالَ : أَتَيْتُ النَّبِيَّ ( صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ ) فَقُلْتُ : يَا رَسُولَ اللَّهِ ، عَلِّمْنِي تَعَوُّذًا أَتَعَوَّذُ بِهِ .

 قَالَ : فَأَخَذَ بِكَتِفِي ، فَقَالَ : ( قُلْ : اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَعُوذُ بِكَ مِنْ شَرِّ سَمْعِي ، وَمِنْ شَرِّ بَصَرِي ، وَمِنْ شَرِّ لِسَانِي ، وَمِنْ شَرِّ قَلْبِي ، وَمِنْ شَرِّ مَنِيِّي يَعْنِي فَرْجَهُ ) .

اللهم تقبل منا إنك أنت السميع العليم

بقلم. د. عزام عبد الحميد أبو زيد فرحات.

Examples of comprehensive supplications. The most comprehensive, comprehensive and best supplication is for the Muslim to offer, before his supplication, an acknowledgment and acknowledgment that God is one in this vast universe. God alone is the Creator of everything in this vast universe. God alone is worthy of worship in this vast universe. God alone is the owner of everything in this vast universe. God alone has control over all beings in this vast universe. He gives this and withholds that with His knowledge and wisdom. He makes this sick and heals that with His knowledge and wisdom. Nothing of the conditions of all creation is hidden from Him. For the sake of supplications to ward off distress and relieve worry, what was narrated by Imam Abu Dawud from the hadith of Asma’ bint Umays (may God be pleased with her), who said: The Messenger of God (may God’s prayers and peace be upon him) said to me: (Shall I not teach you words of piety? And are they soft when distressed or in distress? My Lord, I do not associate anything with Him.) The two sheikhs narrated from the hadith of Abdullah bin Abbas (may God be pleased with them both) that the Messenger of God (may God’s prayers and peace be upon him) used to say in times of distress: (There is no god but God, the Exalted M, the Forbearing, there is no god but Allah, Lord of the Great Throne, there is no god but Allah, Lord of the heavens and Lord of Earth and the Lord of the Noble Throne). Regarding the supplications that a Muslim uses to promote himself or others, what Imam Ahmad narrated from the hadith of Fadalah bin Ubaid Al-Ansari (may God be pleased with him) said: The Prophet (may God’s prayers and peace be upon him) taught me ruqyah and commanded me to I am more advanced with it than it seems to me. He said: (Say: Our Lord, God who is in the heavens, hallowed be your name, your command is in heaven and earth, O God, as your command is in heaven, so grant us your mercy on earth O God, Lord of the good, forgive us our transgressions, sins, and sins, and send down a mercy from your mercy and a cure from your healing. So-and-so has a complaint and he is cured, and say that three times. Then seek refuge with the two women who seek refuge three times.) It is known that the two exorcists are Surah Al-Falaq and Al-Nas. Among the most comprehensive, comprehensive, and best supplications for the morning and evening prayers: What was narrated by Imam Abu Dawud and others from the hadith of Jubayr bin Mut’im (may God be pleased with him), who said: I heard Abdullah bin Omar (may God be pleased with them both) saying: The Messenger of God (may God’s prayers and peace be upon him) was not (peace be upon him) He abandons these supplications in the morning and in the evening: (Oh God I ask you to be well -off in this world and the hereafter, O God, I ask you to forgive and well Oh God, keep me from between my hands and from my succession and from my right and from Shamali and from my time and I seek refuge in your greatness to be assassinated, who said: And what Imam Al-Tirmidhi narrated from the hadith of Abu Bakr Al-Siddiq (may God be pleased with him), who said: O Messenger of God, teach me what to say in the morning and in the evening. He said: (O Abu Bakr, say: O God, Creator of the heavens and the earth, Knower of the unseen and the witnessed, there is no god but You, the Lord of everything and its Sovereign I protect you from the evil of my own soul, and from the evil of Satan and his polytheism, and that I commit evil upon myself or reward it to a Muslim.) . Among the comprehensive supplications that can be said at any time in order to seek refuge in God to ward off the whispers of Satan is what was narrated by Imam Al-Tirmidhi and authenticated by him, from the hadith of Shikal bin Humaid (may God be pleased with him), who said: I came to the Prophet (may God’s prayers and peace be upon him) and I said: O Messenger God, teach me a spell I seek refuge in him. He said: He took my shoulder and said: (Say: O God, I seek refuge in You from the evil of my hearing, from the evil of my sight, from the evil of my tongue, from the evil of my heart, and from the evil of my semen About his relief.) Oh God, accept from us that You are the All-Hearing, the All-Knowing. D. Azzam Abdel Hamid Abu Zaid Farhat. 

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نبع الحرية 

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بقلمي✍️ السيد عطاالله 

لو أموت عادي وإيه يعني

لأن الحياة بالذل توجعني 

أستغيث ولا حد يسمعني

ما عاد ينفع غير  الصمود

المقاومة علينا قدر مكتوب

شمس الحرية  مالها  غروب 

أنا العاشق و الوطن محبوب 

عنك يا وطني بالأرواح نزود

بكرة يطل علينا فجر الحرية 

يبارك جهادنا و التفاؤل هدية 

إحنا الفرسان و النيات نقية

نهر الحرية عذب ماله سدود

كلمات السيد عطاالله.

The Spring of Freedom ******** Written by Mr. Atallah If I die it is normal and what does it mean because life with humiliation hurts me I cry for help and no one hears me There is no longer any benefit except steadfastness and resistance We have a decreed destiny The sun of freedom has no setting I am the lover and the homeland is loved about you, my homeland, with souls we will supply tomorrow The dawn of freedom is dawning upon us. Bless our struggle. Optimism is a gift. We are knights. Intentions are pure. The river of freedom is sweet and its wealth is dammed. Words of Mr. Atallah. 

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العروبة صامته

بقلمي الشاعر محمد عبد العزيز رمضان

اليوم قد فتكوا بغزة

والعروبة صامته

قتلوا صغاراً دون ذنب

بالأيادي البارده

وترى العيون بكل حدب

تستجير وشارده

والنار تحرق حلم طفل

والمروءة ساكته

والقدس تصرخ هل بلينا

بالنفوس الحاقده

وجموع شر في الحماقة

والرعونة ثابته

ومدافع الغدار تهوي

بالخراب وساقطه

والدم يسفك فوق أرض

للغريب معارضه

وجحافل الأعداء تخشى

كل نفس مجاهده

والأرض تبكي والسماء

من الفظاعة شاهده

وغداً سيعلو صوت حق

للجهالة رافضه

تحلو الحياة بطول عز

بالمكارم صاعدة

واليسر يأتي بعد عسر

والحقيقة واحدة

لن يكسر الأعداء سيفاً

فالأسود مرابطه

وإذا الشجاعة قد تولت

فالمذلة واردة

Arabism is silent, in my pen, the poet Muhammad Abdel Aziz Ramadan. Today they have massacred Gaza, and Arabism is silent. They killed children for no fault, with cold hands. And the eyes see every hunchback seeking help and straying, and the fire burns the dream of a child, and chivalry is silent, and Jerusalem cries out. Have we become afflicted with hateful souls? and evil crowds in foolishness and recklessness are steadfast, and treacherous cannons fall in ruins, fallen and with blood. It is poured over a land where the stranger has its opposition, and the hordes of enemies fear every soul that fights, and the earth weeps and the sky is filled with horror. Watch it and tomorrow the voice of truth will rise up for the ignorant, rejecting it. Life will be sweet with long glory, with generosity rising, and ease comes after hardship, and the truth is one. The enemies will not break a sword, for lions are their anchors. And if courage has taken hold, then humiliation is coming. 

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