Once again, Khader Adnan! Life teaches us

I will call him a martyr while he is alive! And I will see him carried on the fervent, hot, condescending chant, and he will be as he wanted and not as the slaves wanted

Let the wilderness and its cities raise their voices, and the homes inhabited by the striker renounce humiliation, water and food, and let the countries chant, and from the tops of the mountains let them cheer, and let them await the return of his spirit with rams and gear and the fragrance of return and weddings, and let the village of thyme, sagebrush and marigolds come, whose green braids were cut off, now, to write in its calendar the steps of the steadfast man who He braced himself with audacity, and fasted in oblivion at the scene of backwardness, mediocrity, chaos, and the gloom of the oppressed, so he was a martyr with seventy martyrs, because the pomegranate of his chest swarmed with abundant anger and overwhelming grief over the shadows of heavy walls and the viscosity of free blood, and the crucified’s voice over the deceitful scorpion in detention in the times of the blind lady "Justice" they arrested In the figures of their Security Council, the equivalent of Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib, and on aircraft carriers and the prevailing totem of terror, and because he was struck over and over and his intestines were cut into shrapnel, and because he witnessed the killing of his brothers, and he endured, as if he was a rock that squeezes and does not break, giving oil to the taste of honey and lemon.
By the way, I did not happen to meet him, and I do not know him personally, but he is an outstanding example, an example of courage, and an icon of the impossible sacrifice..which prompts me to offer greetings, appreciation, gratitude, and beautiful thanks to his faithful soul, as it mourns in Paradise.

And Sheikh Khadr, who was born in the era of the greatest terror, under the shadows of cow stomachs and years of massacres that exceeded the time of the terrifying Diocletian Janus, his people were obsessing like a scorpion in the midst of fire, and he was in the state of the gendarmerie, the vague conspirators, but he took the confrontational decision from the grip of closed defeat, after he Skip search The same, to find it a resistance that was abandoned by those around and the confusion of the parties distracted by the sciences of controversy, while they brought down their fortress from within with a gradual concession, and they drank us into a political realism that led to blood, achievement and the cause, and the calamities, heartbreaks, orphanhood, bullets, barriers, humiliation and liquefied gas remained. For shame and deceived acceptance. But, despite that, he rose like a free spike, from a pure country washed with the tears of the bereaved, the blood of innocent birds, and the arteries of the martyrs, and plunged into the sludge of confrontation with the opposite, and he was with his brothers in the Bastilles, sacrificing the blossom of their life in the darkness and suffocating humidity, and they went out to half life to make it complete with their return The purest, slaying and violent.

And if brute force does not lead to right or wrong, then it should create a flag to bridle it or skip its ruthless saw. And if every tribe needs a legend, and every war needs a hero, then our legends are our martyrs, detainees, and wounded. As for our heroes, they are those who woven within our society brakes that worked to limit scrambling and concession, and led to strengthening the survival of simple people in their country, despite raids, demolition, and hunger. The sheikh was one of those who advanced the ranks of work until he became a Caesarian eagle, failing in every direction, and his suggestions continued to root every building until this regression and gloomy recession, and the floating failed him despite the man's audacity and innocence.

Palestine knew its son while he was in prison, ten times, and he used to say to his occupiers: You fear killing us more than we fear death, and you occupiers break our bones and break our ribs, but it will be healed.

And he was aware that sarcasm was another word that meant politics, so he plunged into the furnace of serious work. In prison, he would not let go of an eyelid while he guides the one who is the most appropriate to the one that is the best, and wipes the silver of the inner pains of the detainees and helps them to be absolved of the cunning repeated words. Everyone testified that his sermons were a complete moon to stabilize the spirit and illuminate the conscience, and in the presence of the speech of the Most High, which does not disappoint. But our living and living martyrs are like the king of Gerkovia in the face of the tsar. They fought him and tried to expel him from their land, and their actions were telling us: Come to the claws of death, for in our hearts there is a song. But they fell before arriving because the shepherds sold the road..and those who remained remained and they did not alter
And the sheikh, was aware of the difference between the act of free democracy that must exist, and between the pragmatic factional democracy that suffers from deep structural crises, so he went to the committed action directly, leaving behind him the scum of speech and the ashes of titles, as if he said: When people do not hear you, you have to follow them or walk alone. So he walked alone to the clean movement, and found behind him the honorable people following him, confident and reassured. He has glory engraved on stone and in eternal flames. Perhaps I call it the Pelican, that bird that used to peck its chest to extract its heart as food for the birds around it.
Perhaps he still realizes the wisdom of the fall of Babylon! That Darius entered with his stench, and because its people are intoxicated to the point of absence. This is why he calls for practical purification in word and behavior because he is good in his manners and manners, just as it remains a model of commitment to his national lining and in its moral and theoretical meaning, far from purpose, obscurantism, closure and blind commitment, so he obtained this privilege. Perhaps we are here to draw from the glow of this model and example and sharpen the rising spirits.

Sheikh Khader Adnan is one of the kings of the sun who sprouted fireflies of light in the fields and the constants and kept them vibrant and full, starting with the complete independent state, with Jerusalem as its capital forever, and ending with the complete demise of settlement and occupation, and the return of the refugees to their first land.. Either the constants and the revival of life in our institutions With transparency, justice and law, or a deadly response to the globalization of collapse and slavery. That is why we declare that we are with and behind the spirit of the sheikh, which means that we are with our rights, our constants, and our shining right that our genius martyr passed on.