«أزارير قلبي» تتفتح لتأخذ من الكلمات ما تشاء تعانقه بها بلادي.. في كل بقعة منكِ حكاية أمكنة وأزمنة

In my country..

A shepherd fills the land with love, so no soil complains of thirst

And in my country..

A flock from which no one could uproot their love for their homeland from their hearts

To my country..

Peace from the peoples of the world, morning and evening, and in the afternoons

When I write an authentic piece about my religion, my country, or my community; I feel a sense of comfort and relaxation, and something illuminates my life, and sincere love, and pure loyalty that elevates me to the rank of "the loyal ones".. I feel that fragrant innocence that used to overwhelm me in the prime of my youth.. I feel that old age has faded from my temples and the features of my face.. I feel proud when the virtuous repeat my words about my country in their gatherings.. In fact, I feel that I have memorized the words I have written by heart.

Today, my longing to write about (my country) that has illuminated my life and the lives of my children, family, tribe, and loved ones, and everyone who lives in it is growing.. Today, I am overwhelmed by a strong desire to inscribe letters that resemble a red rose about a country that fills my veins with longing and nostalgia while I am inside it without interruption.. Today, I long to write about a great country that makes my body stir at the mention of it.. Today, my green pen swims over my paper like a ship with righteous sailors on board.

Anything that pulls me away from writing about (my country) holds no desire for me today.. My "heart's buttons" have opened to take whatever they want from pure words to embrace a country that has sheltered its people under its sky, and the humanity of the whole world.. A vast country, in every corner of which there is a story of history and a legend of heritage.. A country with a moonlit sky that breathes stories of places and times.. A country that remains in our memory and the memory of our generations.

In (my country); there are leaders from an authentic lineage with radiance in their faces and nobility in their origins; other peoples envy us for their kindness and tenderness.. Leaders who envelop us with a thick affection like precious stones, their love for us gathers in the courtyard of their hearts.. Leaders who support us when they rediscover the creativity of our children.. Leaders who plow the morning so that a cool sun may shine upon us.. Leaders who fill the land with love so that no soil in our country complains of thirst.

And in (my country); there is an interesting and delightful citizen who embodies deep faith and the arts of affection.. A citizen who has not lost his connection to his Creator, nor has he been uprooted from his heart's love for his country.. A citizen for whom his country has provided "quality of life" to help him survive.. A citizen who, by the mercy of heaven, sees his homeland as a ray coming from the sky.. A citizen who carries looks of appreciation and gratitude for a country that the world almost snatched its security from.. A citizen for whom his country has opened the spark of life.

So peace from the peoples of the world to (my country), night and day, morning and evening, and even in the afternoons of the noble.. Peace to the land of sanctities and the two holy mosques, and Islam and peace, and spirit and basil, and tenderness and nostalgia.. Peace to a lush country that creates joy in the universe and spreads happiness and delight.. Peace to a country whose taste is sweet with all its components, destinations, and passages, and the blissful paradise.. Peace to a country where all its children are guardians of green knowledge with roots and deep connections.. And peace to a majestic country that evokes awe and grants us the meaning of steadfastness.