Poetic Expression of Resistance and Valor

The Apostasy.

From wounded Al-Aqsa's cry flowed

our cries for vengeance, like a volcano.

The armies of shame fled through their breaches

when the call to prayer reached the pillars.

Look at them as they violate you—what a generation

raised on the ways of the Quran. Whoever does not

face the storm's revolution, or whoever does not

face the tyrants' desires.

We are divers and iron, and over

their skulls we march, for the rule of captive Jerusalem

we will not

yield. The battlefields bore witness

to his might,

and to trenches, battles, and combat.

The blood of the martyrs

is protection for the honorable, and a tale

in which generations take pride.

He walks in the deepest shadows, weaving

our Najd, with rifles around them

and men. As though among

humankind they are stars, and as though

among mountains they are mountains.

Each crowns his face and majesty.

The truth is revealed in this place.