Oh Palestine, land of light and peace, the place of revelation and inspiration, the visible eye of Moses, the stage of the heart of Jesus, the ascension of the spirit of Muhammad, the holy land of the three religions, the first Qiblah of Islam, the cradle of the prophets, the grave of the apostles, the temple of the East and the West, the stream of honey and milk!
Oh Palestine! What have events and ambitions done to you? Islam lifted the shackles of slavery and the burdens of Judaism, and now the dark destinies have returned with the colonization of the conquering Titus, and the exploitation of the greedy Judas, bringing with it corruption, chaos, oppression, poverty and death!
After Amr the crafty from Artabun extracted it for Arabism, and after Saladin recorded its global independence on the corner of Godefroy, the prey of humanity are violating its honor, and in their hearts are the wrath of nations and the grudges of centuries, so they descend upon it like a plague, dissolve it like a sedition, and absorb it like a leech?!
Christ said to that Jew who was prevented by the shade of his wall while he was exhausted, and the villages of his house while he was hungry: You will remain wandering on earth until I return.
Has Christ returned in a Balfour robe, or did the prophecy of the gentleman turn out to be a lie? The curse of God and the call of Christ still burn the feet of "Israel", as he cannot find a place to stand on this land, nor can he find peace in a homeland; the far-reaching effects of his misguidance can be seen in the horizons, as he gains the company of creatures of light: he pretends to live, deceives to conquer, isolates himself to feel secure, becomes fanatic to defend himself, until he has become disconnected from people and the dictates of nature, becoming a different creature that neither understands nor is understood. Attempting to settle him among those who are not his people and in a land that is not his own is a denial of the word of God and a violation of the laws of nature!
Today, I do not want to simply refute this sick policy based on logic alone and evidence from reality; rather, I want to depict Arab Palestine as a land between a sea that is sprayed by Jews and war, and a desert that is plagued by disease and desolation, with its sisters in Arabism and Islam resting on the banks of fertile rivers, and on the meadows of fruitful plains, looking at it with ignorant eyes as it walks in fire, wades in blood, seeks sustenance but does not find it, and yearns for security but does not achieve it.
I want to portray the situation of these brave Arab fighters who are facing terror, confronting death, defending their right to life, protecting their graves from the enemy, and saying to the aggressors and foreign invaders: "It is a death we cannot escape from. It is more beloved to us to be scattered on the homeland's soil and buried in the ancestors' land than to live like the Jews, scattered in every road, expelled from every country.
The Jews of the land have openly and audaciously declared war on the free Arab Palestinians. They declared religious and national jihad, armed their wolves with swords and spears, pushed them towards injustice and dishonor, while the pockets of the Jews were filled with gold from their banks, and the English factories provided them with iron. They began to destroy cities, burn fields, block roads, and besiege the safe believers in the hollows of homes and the edges of mountains, leaving them with no way to farm or source of sustenance. They were preoccupied with defending their homes and themselves, leaving behind the elders, children, and women to suffer hunger, fear, and sorrow in a land invaded by strangers, where death lurks, falsehood prevails, darkness clouds the future, and hope is scarce.
Today, all of Arab Palestine is in exile, seeking refuge in the enemies' arms, with the weak boasting of prayers and tears, and the defenders surviving on grass and seeking refuge in the desert. The only hope for the exiled is hope, the only comfort for the weak is patience, and the only support for the defenders is faith.
As for the brethren by blood and faith, they seemingly have nothing to offer but words of sympathy, poetry, prayers, and tears for the tragic situation of bloody Palestine.
O Muslims, if the nerves of sexual desire go away, does masculinity disappear? And if religious commitment weakens, does human dignity weaken? We do not say to you: volunteer, but we say donate, and there is no betrayal in donating to the wounded with medicine, and to the hungry with food, no breach of treaty or betrayal of friendship. The least that should be done for a relative is for a neighbor, a hand that consoles in adversity, a heart that beats in calamity, and a tongue that advocates in darkness. So will you purify your Arabism, and generosity is inherent in its entity, and with your Islamism and sympathy is a pillar of its pillars, do not stand in Palestine as a passive spectator, hearing the groans without flinching, and seeing tears without caring! Palestine is fighting for life, not for glory, struggling for sustenance, not for honor; it is appropriate for those who defend themselves to be forgiven, and for those who defend their livelihood to be excused.
Palestine is from the Arab lands in the place of the heart, and from the Islamic nations in the location of feeling; and the ignorant will know that its ordeal is the way for Muslims to sympathize, and its cry is the call of Arabs to unity.
