ام اليزيد
ام اليزيد


We don’t make history again .
But we waste it .
May be this words very painful but it’s the truth.
When we carry flambeau of light to lighten developing countries ,
People were look for us .
And they were cry out our name every morning ,and they they were waiting us behind doors and windows.
Rasing our flags .
Today, they are terifying their quarrelsome childern with our name and photoes.
They are monitoring for us behind doors and windows .
And they have daggers and guns and stones .
Why people hate us ? ??????
Is it because we have more money ? more civilization? ?!!
Or we are part of crimes that we don’t know it ? and no one till us about it ?
Please !!! come on with us to know some thing of the true .
Come in to see small part of what has done by our name. . . . we are Americans .. .. ..

أحلام اليقظة
أحلام اليقظة
مجهود طيب يا أخواتي

وفق الله الجميع
أحلام اليقظة
أحلام اليقظة
أعتقد يا أحبتي أن لدينا الآن مجموعة كااافية من العبارات

>>> في الوقت الحاضر

منها ما ينتظر الترجمة

ومنها ما ينتظر التصحيح

ومنا ما قد تم تصحيحه

نسأل الله الإعانة
صباح الضامن
صباح الضامن
أخواتي
هذه العبارات بعد تصويبهــــــا



You are fighting without right issue
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Just surrender and you will get a best dealing
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Just the death will be for the one who shoots the fire
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You are here to kill the children do you like that for your kids
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Can you tell me what have we done against your country
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You are fighting for the oil
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Does your dad tell you to kill the people
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Do you know the traders in your government
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from all over the world, we wrote what we believe and what we feel, all we want is some attention

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Pictures of Victims of the Anglo-American Agression in Iraq


note that these pictures are not suitable for small children and those who have a weak heart



My heart is with you , but Bush does not understand From Bushes oval office that he is sending one of your friends to hell
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from Camp David giving his order's to kill Americans, from his farm in

Texas grows a big fire with evil of American men and women after the fire dies out

the only objective seems to be the oil money. I know he doesnot


understand , but why you are bushing your friends to the fire

Bush is just sitting in his office in nice conditions , food parties , and all alone he is saying he is with you

Do you know that your friends are suffering in Iraq from hunger , heat and fear?

Do you want to see your friends in a coffin

If you don’t want to see this say NO to this war

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TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD

This is the story that must be told
of an Iraqi baby, not very old.

Lying in her crib one star lit night

How could she know of those planes in flight?

She lay there quietly touching her nose,
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,

Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
Talking to someone, who could it be?

An angel is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.

The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.

The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...

No one knows how long she lie there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?

Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?

Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to
grope.

Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!

I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!

Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!

How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream.

That angel appears once again to my side,
This time with a tear I plead Why have I died?

Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many
others.


In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and
brothers.

Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!

Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?

it is war they say, of which death is part.
How blind they've become, How hardened of heart.

Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!

Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!

No war has been won; No ifs, buts, or maybes,
They've Only Killed Babies!!!!

Signed Me,
An Iraqi Baby


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القطعة الأخيرة هي شعر
وهي رائعة

تصلح لأن توضع مكتملة في المواقع

وفقكن الله وجزاكن خيرا
أحلام اليقظة
أحلام اليقظة
جهد مشكور أستاذتنا

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