Is it the memory of soul, so brightened?
Who bore the arrogance of stony-hearted opponents,
That has left our eyes,teary every moment!
Whose patience is not virtue,but a weapon,
The world is dark and the wind laments,
Shout for liberation,arose from every direction,
Reason and intellect hath departed from humans,
From alleys to deep darkness in prison,
Between ashes and fire,their lives were woven,
In summers calm and winters widen,
Their unspoken gaze, can’t be hidden,
Until last drop,their blood, craved for freedom!
Cruelty of enemies, count them non-existent,
Remained steadfast and firm despite aggression,
Fierce battle between occupation and resistance,
They readily agreed,to die for their nation,
Each of their breath,a countless gem!
Sun of felicity, has mounted to heaven,
By pleasure of Ridwan,gates of paradise are opened,
Where Allah, will bestow them victory and establishment.Aameen.
uzmasaad 
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