Name of the poem: Dream scene Al-Radoud: Abbas Ajeed Al-Ameri Lyrics: Hadi Shabib Al-Khaykani Al-Dhaker: Mirza Karar Al-Janahi Mixing + Distribution: Muhammad Misbah Fatima Al-Ma'souma (PBUH) Authority - Diwaniyah ????Official accounts of Al-Radoud Abbas Ajeed Al-Ameri???? ♦️ YOUTUBE ♦️ • Don't leave Abbas Ajeed Al-Ameri Funeral ... ♦️ INSTAGRAM ♦️ https://instagram.com/abbas_alamerii?... ♦️ TELEGRAM ♦️ https://t.me/joinchat/RZgM8qSManUo-KXo ♦️ TIKTOK ♦️ https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSeCmt3N1 #Subscribe_to_the_channel_and_activate_the_bell #Abbas_Ajeed_Al-Ameri's_dream_scene #Abbas_Al-Ameri's_dream_scene A dream scene for everyone who loves Oh, the confused companion, I brought you thorns and wounds that I could not bear Visitors made me thirsty for you, and I cried, and my heart is on fire like the servants who come, grant me a doctor for the house, ah … Oh, the sustenance of love with your angel, it is not enough for me to bear your separation, it does not cool my wounds and forget you… My wounds are beautiful, oh… And the scene is thirsty for my love, extend your eye, wanting my lips, oh, the opinion of the water, and there is no opinion… I guarantee my soul, oh, the guarantor of every tear that fell for you, I guarantee the soul of the water, I do not love anyone but you and your family, put my name in your visitors, and the rest is insignificant if at the end of this world they can reach you (H..☆☆☆☆☆H..) I want to come and quench my thirst, with a wound for tents, anguish, mockery, confusion, bitterness, I am responsible for orphans, I walk to you, and barefoot like the grandfather The march to Damascus These are my wishes And I don’t want my life to be spent in dreams Oh… My sins and mistakes distance me Accept me and make me a human I swear to you by the thirsty Hussein… The dead thirsty Oh… I am a human and my shortcomings are my sins And Adam’s You cannot cover my faults with your hand And detail them with my clothes… These are my dreams My life is a tear Ten years and tents and a hill If I were your servant, my master, accept If my sins wanted to distance me, I would bury you in tents Remember me and turn away and joke (H..☆☆☆☆☆H..) I will make you cry, the pain of a child and a child from the tents, Hussein is burned, his wounds are gone, and he is hanging on the spear in the tent, the tent of Fatima in the west is weak and emaciated, she is crying, and Zainab is bitter, and they made her happy, they made you cry, oh… and your Hussein in his tents, put out the fire, from Zainab, she is confused, dead, and they pluck him with stones… above the hoof, oh… and the horses that trample with their brothers, and the Levant is the west, and not Tous from those who trampled on the market, the heads… as if he were the tenth, oh how he keeps walking and not finding And I stayed with the guarantor, he doesn’t have women’s hands, nor does he go out Where are the Moroccan children, and he is arrogant and fearful (H..☆☆☆☆☆☆H..) The biggest defeat is for him who is given what he does not find, O mother of brothers, and when the horses run, he is dragged and robbed, naked Oh, satisfaction, and for the one who is slaughtered from the palm and thirsty, his last glance is over the tents, don’t attribute the women, ah… his last glance at the tents, he saw his lips, gather Orphans, oh my God, from Ash-Sham, Ash-Sham… Zainab’s exile, oh… and her words are the doors of the clock, and Ash-Sham is drums and parties. They say this is Hussein the dead… Zainab is crying in the market, embarrassed, and eyes are circling around her. The squawkers stumble over her, and they laugh. The noble Alawites are sleeping on the floor. I don’t know how. She has remained undead, Umm Aoun (H..☆☆☆☆☆H..) I wither like a rose, thirsty if you are mentioned, I become weak and remain embarrassed. I visited you, and I am a young man, I have no excuse, you walk with the old men, who can I rely on if I am not standing at the door, oh… Oh breeze, you excite me at night, and my tears flow, I don’t want you, what good is the help… Without your eyes, oh… Oh guarantor, my help is lost, and the world shows me all kinds of tears, and in the dark, this is how my wishes are without you, the scene every night, my brokenness and longing increase, I visit from afar, wishing for every sunset, the rows of my wounds, that except your eyes, there is no love, no desire (H..☆☆☆☆☆H..) Dream Scene Hadi Shabib Al-Khaikani 00:00 1:55 Dream Scene 2:18 4:5 I want to come with a thirsty 4:28 6:12 I will tell you the pain of a child and a child 6:38 8:29 The biggest defeat for Al-Yinuli