“To the Brave Fighters and Patriots Behind Enemy Lines”

To the fighters and revolutionary patriots behind enemy lines… to the warriors and strong fighters outside Gaza, clashing with the enemies in the diaspora, cafes, clubs, chat circles, and gatherings around the friendly satellite channels and directed media. To the first line of defense for Gaza outside Gaza, engaged in battle with the enemy drowning in Gaza’s blood, to those connected with themselves through phones, laptops, tablets, and TVs.

You, the ones holding the weapon in Europe, the Gulf, the countries of resistance, the neighboring states, and throughout the world, around the devastated Gaza… keep resisting, O pride of the Arabs. Keep fighting until victory. Keep launching Facebook rockets and Instagram missiles, keep throwing comment bombs and sharing posts that shake the ground. Do not back down even an inch. Do not stop destroying the enemy with slogans and chants, until the last drop of blood in Gaza’s women’s veins.

Continue bombing the military barracks with words, until the last elderly man collapses in Gaza. Keep destroying the enemies with likes and emojis, until the last child screams in Gaza. Defend the nation’s borders with slogans. Blow more fire into Gaza, drown it deeper in hell. Stir up Gaza and incite against it. For those who pay the price are nothing but pests.

Do not care about their cries, their pain, their suffering. Do not heed the death of four hundred of them, but cheer and dance for the death of four enemies. Continue encouraging the adventure, support the struggles, suppress any rejection or failure within them, and attack and label it as treason. You are champions of words, giants of cardboard, heroes made of nylon.

Your support for Gaza is nothing but a big zero. Even your prayers are unanswered, and their effects are negative. Gaza has been burned. Half of its people have died, physically, emotionally, and mentally. Its civilization and history have been destroyed. And all of you are applauding and dancing to illusions, nonsense, and false hopes.

Sadly, we have no one but You, O God. You are the only One who knows our situation. And enough for us is Allah, the best disposer of affairs.