They said raged for Al-Aqsa, sad in times and in times trembling, no peace of mind and no food with a human’s appetite… my country roared and its voice cords has been stranded, hearing the moan and looking for its source, under the debris, in the corners of despot Al-Aqsa sobbing painfully, from me and you and all of us, because we smelled the perfumes and flowers, forgot the smell of dignity, freedom and victory for Al-Quds, and stopping the occupier of the honorable independency that cheers our identities.
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