رزية | محمد بوجبارة

O

God, O

God,

complain to

my father, you have

violated, O

Creator,

the commandment, then

the people assaulted

his head knife,

sober,

sober, sober every touch.

O

God, complain, it was

disrupted, then a

people transgressed against the pure,

oil

like it. God is willing to die, and

see Paradise and

weep, O my Lord, I complain to you

about this. And my relatives are

with me. You sent me in

the bracelet, normal and giving good tidings to

humans. My heart endured

and was chosen. They rewarded me with poison.

By Allah, I lived

a life of sobriety

and torment, and

they fought Al-Zahra in

my absence.

She was

patient,

pleasing to

him,

and like her,

O

Creator. Then, the

Qalaqa attacked

Allah. Allah, I was castrated.

Ha, Ha, I did not fall short and visited the

Quraysh alone. I and the enemy of an

army with my sorrows will not get me

a living. And

the plaintiff says peace.

Why does he disagree with me in word and deed? The

bath

of Qat, and for Al-Murtada what? Yanth

Das, the will of the man,

when he

was dying,

an elderly person in

anticipation, said, “

Leave him.”

He is

deserting, and since death came to

my soul, I have been

comforted,

O God,

God,

God, God. No one attended me at

my death, three times at

my funeral. Haider buried me in a hole in the same

state as

my daughter had not dried up the dirt. And it is

a wonder that they have grown firewood on the house,

and the flower is suffocating

its ruins, and he curses her

with hatred of virtue. The purity has become a veil, and

any

breast of her hatred

has struck and

his line is in.

Her cheek is

strong,

Razia, there is nothing

like her, Razia,

Razia. Come on, listen, listen to the verse

The commandment,

listen,

listen, Hussein,

listen to God, so that you can hear,

come on, God. They said, “You see, the little thing was

gone, oh,

his heart

was yearning for the truth.” He called out to them, “Where did he sell his bundle?” He laughed, “

except Mohsen.” He fell at the threshold, and the palm of his hand became weak.

Muqrah

came to her for the sound and

hip, she would have become

a victim, and she

became a victim. Come on, the house of supplication is a house

Supplication Oh, I bear witness, O Lord of the worlds, that they

dragged the Commander of

the Faithful behind the innocent one

now, and he came and

cut off her accursed cheek, and hit the stick, and the logo fell down, and with

his sword, it began to

rot, except for

its wings, and God is proud. Stand up for her and be proud of the reason that she descends to the grave of the Prophet’s only daughter, the Chosen One, and comes to your heaven as

a martyr, so

God suffices me for his

supplication.

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