Advice to Southern Yemenis Against Fighting in the War

May Allah's peace, mercy, and blessings be upon you.

A message to my southern brothers: By God, I am giving you sincere advice.

God is my witness, beneath the seventh heaven, I am giving you sincere advice.

Don't enter a war you're going to lose. The land fights alongside its people, I swear to God.

Anyone telling you it's jihad—it's no jihad. They're lying to you.

God is my witness, beneath the seventh heaven.

And, for God's sake, here's some advice, my brother.

Some of them tell you, "Brother, the situation is [unclear]."

Fine, you go and get yourself, your children, and your wife killed. Then who will provide for them?

Maybe one day God will open a way for you.

There's a guard at an apartment building, a guard at a factory, a guard somewhere.

By God, I am giving you sincere advice. This war is pointless.

This war offers you nothing. Stay away, my southern brothers.

Take care, these bearded men will drag you into it.

They're liars and hypocrites. By the Lord of Muhammad, I know people who were poor, religious men.

They were so poor, they could barely manage to eat lunch.

Just flour porridge made with water, and they'd milk the cow, but there was no milk.

That was all they had for lunch. And today, I swear to God, they have villas and villas, buildings, cars, and four wives.

And all that… they're all liars, trading in religion.

And I am innocent before God of religion.

A word of advice, for God's sake. I swear to God, I am one of your well-wishers.

My southern brothers, don't believe these people who tell you “People of the South, unless you're Houthi, he'll come—…”

The Houthis won't come to you, take it from me.

They won't come to you because the land fights alongside its people.

The Houthis know that if their foot sets in the South, it'll be cut off.

Take it from me, the one who wants to incite you.

I challenge any journalist, or anyone among his brothers, to be on the battlefronts.

I challenge their father, and my father, the father of the father of whoever sired them.

Don't believe the people of Riyadh. If Saudi Arabia itself…

Ambassador Al Jaber went to Sau— to Sana'a and sat eating samosas with al-Mashat.

Look today at how many Southerners were killed.

I'll tell you what they mean. Dogs, and they died.

Mercenary dogs, and they died, those who went to fight today in Hodeidah and Taiz.

I don't call them martyrs. What martyrs?

I can't see how your mother— I can't see how your mother, the martyrs, go to heaven with her.

The religious police are the biggest liars and the biggest frauds, and the biggest damnable bastards, those religious police.

I swear by Almighty God, may my Lord have mercy.

I'll tell you something, and ten are just the same.

Those who went out today and fought in Hays, or in Hodeidah, or— I call them dogs. They died dogs, died dogs, and died.

This is advice for our southern brothers, whom the religious police are dragging around in Aden.

Show me one of their in-law officials who goes to the front.

There aren't any. Who are you fighting for?

For Ali, who? For whom? For the eight people no one has ever seen.

Who are you? You're in Aden. The greatest jihad is in the southern governorates.

You should go to work and provide electricity for your children.

Work so they can have a fan, the little ones.

This is advice for God's sake. Don't believe Saudi Arabia, for Saudi Arabia, by Muhammad's Lord— by Him in whose hand my soul rests—is a liar and a fraud, and its rulers are liars and frauds.

All of them, all of them, all of them, and the legitimate government are liars, and the Houthis are all liars.

So I advise our brothers in the south that you leave your lands, for this land does not welcome you in the northern regions, I offer you this advice for God's sake, whoever fights you there, beyond the borders, I consider him a dog, and dead.

That is all.