Political Speech Criticizing Human Rights

He didn't allow the qat chewers and drinkers to eat.

The fenugreek—let me finish what I'm saying, so I don't lose my temper, God bless you.

You. I took the microphone. Peace be upon you, may God grant you a good evening.

Good evening. If

you please, correct me while you are my witnesses. I trust

you, please,

don't interrupt.

The speaking time is one minute. Insulting symbols is forbidden.

Insulting the dead violates God's law. I ask you by God, did I

make a mistake in a single word?

I had barely turned on the microphone when some nosy fellow butted in.

He kept interrupting me. I said, “Wait, get down.”

I took him down. I don't know who he was, and Nasser al-Sham— comes up. You don't

know that this is the head of Human Rights. I said, “Damn it,”

if this is the head of Human Rights, educated like that,

then what do the others do?

It turned out Nasser al-Shalawi is an easy target. We never saw him in the fighting arenas with the men.

Where are you, Nasser?

A strand of hair from Saddam Hussein was taken by the Houthis. Where are you, wolf?

Come and show us. The fighting arenas are right here, Nasser. I'll arm myself

with weapons and ammunition. Women arm themselves too, in case you didn't know.

Our women arm themselves. Our women protect the men, they protect

People like you and your kind,

Well, by God, I apologize? No way would I apologize, by God.

By God and by God again,

you, your sons, your grandsons, and your descendants until

Judgment Day will never repay Saudi Arabia's kindness. And Saudi Arabia,

even if you counted on your hands and feet, by God, by God, and by God, even if

we made mistakes from now until Judgment Day, one stance or one servant standing

for the Custodian of the Two Holy Mosques and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince interceding for us,

but you yourselves are Arabist, Nasserist thinkers. Today, it turns out

you're nothing but Yemenis, and shame on you and your likes.

The Houthis have prisons full of your women, and the transition—yes, girls—

we have so-and-so, how many have been executed in prison? Your mustache didn't even twitch, Nasser.

Al-Sharili—th-the Sharili didn't even twitch. You only wear your belts, watch out for the bullets, but don't come near

the fire, or it will flare up inside you.

Watch it, don't challenge me with a weapon and a belt. Belts are for men.

Belts are for men, not decorations we hang up as display pieces. The battlefields are real,

a terrifying bite is real, too. Come on, stay beside it.

You talk from one space to another, like Masil al-Duha, and then you dare to

challenge Saudi Arabia? No way. Get lost, and curse—

He tramples on your pride and your mustache, by God, you Saudi boot. Saudi Arabia

It outweighs all of you on one side of the scale, while the Saudi boot—

the dust beneath the Saudi boot's feet weighs more than you do,

and it honors you, while being more honorable than you,

By God, Saudi Arabia's stance, with its reason and wisdom, is such that it—

outweighs the smartest one among you. We've seen your kind and debated with you,

and you idiot, I mean…