Our Ramadan,, and Ramadan Sheikh Khader Adnan

When the blessed month of Ramadan came upon us, Sheikh Khader Adnan had forty-five days in a continuous battle in which he used only his empty intestines and his free will stemming from his deep belief in the truth and the credibility of his cause. And his beginning was with us, the fasting people, after forty-five days of abstaining from food day and night. I preceded it with difficulty, as if it were an eternity of time, all that was in the remains of his slender body knocking on the walls of a reservoir. Only his wife and children and a few people could hear these knocks.

And the rest of the people had their story with Ramadan, thinking about how fast the good Ramadan passed, when the weather was mild, the day was short and the night was long, with plenty of pleasures of food and drink. The title of this holy month is with its benefits, rewards and good deeds, and here the two images met:

If it is permissible for us to describe our patience as the beautiful patience in Ramadan, then how do we see the beauty of your patience, Khader Adnan, when you are on your seventieth day of the strike, with continuous constipation without suhoor or iftar?

And if the striving of our souls has reached a good amount thanks to Ramadan, how can we see your striving when all these barren deserts have been cut off from the long days?

And if the equation of the Qur’an is present in our souls in the month of the Qur’an, how about it and what did you do and how did it produce in your great self, how did the words of God the Most High move you in your heart: “That is because God is the protector of those who believe and that the unbelievers have no protector.” Have you seen God’s action in yourself and how it is The guardianship of the Lord is for His beloved ones among His servants, and you are waging the battlefield alone, and there is no helper, no agent, no guardian, no kind, and no guardian for you except your Lord. Sir, tell us about the conditions of your heart, tell us about the coldness of certainty, you are closer to God than all of us, closer because you are in the arena of confrontation in the trench closest to God's sworn enemies.

While we were at the breakfast tables, tell us, sir, what is on your mind, what do you say to yourself and what does your beautiful heart tell you?

We pray Taraweeh in congregation while you are in your prayer place alone. We suffer from satiety, and we hope that the imam does not prolong the prayer, while you are not strong enough to pray due to the pain of hunger and its overpowering the strength of the body. Will.

Our feast is the day Ramadan decides to leave after the end of its numbered days. Your feast, sir, is the day the sun of your freedom shines, the day you declare victory over the jailer, the day you win by breaking the head of arrogance, the day you break the will of the brutal occupier, on that day your intestines rejoice and the secrets of your wife and children rejoice, the day the occupier and everyone who coexists with His sayings, then the believers will rejoice with you in God's victory.

We ask God that your feast day be before our feast and that it be a dear victory for you, for he is with you and will not leave your deeds and he is your supporter in this fierce war, God willing.