Al-Bawadi Channel website https://www.bawaditv.com/ Follow us on social media: / albawaditv Visit us on Instagram https://twitter.com/tv_albawadi?lang=ar Visit us on Twitter / albawaditv Visit us on Facebook Al-Awazim tribe in Saudi Arabia Al-Awazim clan Al-Awazim The core of the Al-Awazim from Otaiba The clans of the Al-Awazim from Otaiba The origin of the Al-Awazim from Otaiba Women of the Al-Awazim Are the Al-Awazim a genuine tribe Khaled Al-Azmi Al-Azmi in English Al-Awazim clan Al-Awazim tribe in Saudi Arabia Al-Azmi Al-Otaibi Khaled Naqa Al-Azmi Al-Awazim tribe The core Are the Al-Awazim a genuine tribe Quoted from the narrator’s stories: - Muhammad Al-Sharhan This story happened to the poet / Hadir bin Hadhir Al-Azmi This poet was blind at the end of his life This is what I heard about him, and his family were nomads who would travel and settle and lived in Hawtah Sudair and before Cars did not come, they used to come to the big cities on foot, and few came on an animal. This poet was a poor man, weak in circumstances. Usually, people who come to the big cities go and greet the sheikhs and go to them, especially poets, they go to the princes and greet them and honor them and spoil them and give them. When he came and entered the palace, King Saud was the crown prince at the time and tried to enter with those who came to greet King Saud, but he did not succeed. He sat at the door in shabby condition, poor, weak, and rarely seen. The foreigner is always broken-winged, not everyone meets him, especially if he is shabby and not well-known. He came with the people who greet him, and he did not succeed the first day, nor the second day, nor the third. He was unable to do so, and by God, after ten days he managed to enter. When he entered, he had brought a poem to recite to the sheikhs, but he recited a poem at the door. One day, he appeared in front of the king and greeted him. He said, “What do you have?” He said, “I have verses I have recited.” He said, “I mean to you from the depths of Sudair, O Saud. I want to be close to you, O my Lord.” The weak, O lion, O lion, O soaker of generosity, O Mahdi, the Arabs’ hardships are with the palm branches When I come, no one prevents me from the door, And my chest is constricted, And I do not fear Allah Perhaps my luck with you is not limited, And the one who gave you from the gifts is generous You give the horse of the horses with their reins, A lead for the camels Ham al-Sha’afi, O Abu Fahd I have no one but you I seek On the day when they bite in the palm branches It is cheaper for me to face than the heart, My feet do not add a blanket to them My friend, I chose you over every creature, And I sent with you from the litigation A relationship with you, The best, the most generous, and the most trustworthy And your partner with his burden carries the burden, O Abu Muhammad Oh, you who wear the collar, it's not your right. After friendship, you have tomorrow, O son of the generous. A box. I swear, I won't accuse you of theft, but wear it and show the collar. If I'm arrested, I won't catch up with the shepherd of the leg. Or I'll fine him, O son of Salih. From the market, it's due from need. There's no shame in being rude. I'm not rude. My right is the next one. I'm looking to catch up with the leaders. I have the duties, rights, army, salaries, and clothing. I come to the good with every visitor. I spill the blood on my face before it flows. Lies soak in the morning of the savages and the beaten. Truth is a pure, fresh taste.