Speech on Resistance and Martyrdom

After six hundred, God willing, we are still counting and preparing because

God willing, a martyr stands between us and them.

The free martyr is a light that rose,

a star in the skies

of dignity and steadfastness.

He left prosperous Europe,

convinced, to wage

his battle against the Jews.

A technological genius,

a lion who never one day

bowed to tyrant Hamoud. In

an attack he launched,

like a lion, he killed enemies among

his brothers in arms.

We set out

a week ago,

and God granted us your necks. Here we are today, returning.

We will not lay down our weapons or leave this path,

and your blood will be the cheap one, while the blood of our people

and homeland will be precious, by God's permission, Almighty and Majestic.

We are on the path of thorns until God's decree comes,

and God's decree comes with the small, victorious

group, by God's permission. How many a small group overcame a large group

by God's permission, and here we are, that small victorious group

in Jerusalem. Here we are in Jerusalem, preparing and we will not

leave it

until God's decree comes, and it is a true, steadfast promise,

by God's permission.

Boldly, amid the terrors

of challenge, he surprised oppression

Without any limits.

We have followed the path our families chose for us since childhood.

I mean, we have set out on the path of jihad and martyrdom.

Our father never strayed from this path at all.

Netanyahu and the occupying state believe that by killing

our leaders and killing our families,

they will stop us.

We have taken a path of jihad

and sacrifice,

a path we loved to honor

its martyrs.

We do not care about living life

for long,

nor does the enemies' plot

harm us.

How could the descendant of a martyr's family

not?

This is my father, this is my brother, who departed,

and we have set a rendezvous in Paradise, our refuge.

Do not ask about my resolve, for within me

is the grave of such an example, for he is the son of a leader,

an invocation.

O light that spread across the horizons.

How deeply Al-Isra has dwelled in your heart.

O light that spread across the horizons.

How deeply it has dwelled in your heart,

Al-Isra. From you,

Jerusalem awaited

a passage. O

pulse of the earth, when it becomes a volcano,

it erupts with anger. Your imprints in the sky

of my homeland are like clouds of death when they spread. O

pulse of the earth, when it becomes a volcano, with anger

it erupts. Your imprints in the sky of my homeland

are like clouds of death when

they spread. You were

A moon in the nation's night, you left for those

who came after you pearls. And for your enemies,

a storm that sent them to Hell,

Samra.