Speech on Resistance and Martyrdom

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

God willing, a despicable showdown lies between us and them.

The free martyr, Nour Tal,

became a star in the skies

of dignity and steadfastness.

He left the halls of his comfort

willingly to wage

his battle against the Jews.

A technological genius.

I will film. One day, a curve

for Baqiya Aboud. In

an attack, nuns raided

like a lion, killing enemies from

the strongest armies.

We moved on

a week ago.

God favored us over you, and today we return.

But we will not lay down our weapons or leave this path,

and it is your blood that will be cheap, while the blood of our people

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

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

and God's command comes through the small, victorious

group, by God's will. “How many a small group has overcome a large group

by God's permission.” And here we are, that small, victorious group, by God's will,

by God's permission.” And here we are, that small, victorious group, by God's will,

in Jerusalem. And we remain in Jerusalem, preparing, and we will not

lay down our weapons

Until God's command comes, a true promise, firm by God's permission.

He was bold in the face of

challenges, confronting oppression without

any limits.

Moving forward on the path our families chose for us with their tears,

our thoughts, I mean, and our limbs, on the path of jihad

and martyrdom, a path from which our father never strayed at all.

This path, ever.

Netanyahu and the occupying state think that by killing

our leaders and killing our families,

they will stop us.

We chose a path of jihad

and sacrifice, a path we passionately love,

to be honored through it as martyrs.

We do not care to live life

forever.

Nor if the enemy's plotting harms

us.

A descendant of a family of martyrdom. How could I not be?

This is my father. This is my brother as they depart.

We have made Paradise, the refuge,

our promised meeting place.

Do not ask about my resolve, for within me

it has set an example, for I am the son of a leader of the

cause.

O light that spread across the horizons.

How much the Night Journey dwelt in your heart.

O light that spread across the horizons.

How much the Night Journey dwelt in your heart.

Jerusalem awaited from you

victory. O

heartbeat of the earth, when it became a volcano,

it erupted with rage. Your marks are in the sky

My homeland is like death clouds when they spread. O

pulse of the earth, when it becomes a volcano erupting with rage

it erupts. Your imprints in my homeland’s sky

are like death clouds when

they spread. You were

a moon in the nation’s night and left for those

who came after you a mark. Against the enemies,

you are a storm sending them to Hell,

a dark one.