Yalla, I am the servant Khaled Al-Buraik & Abdulrahman Madgham - I am an adventurer and the adventurer does not know how to withdraw 2024 - Exclusively.. Subscribe to Al-Sati's official channel to get his latest artistic releases for design Direct WhatsApp link ⤵️ ‏https://api.whatsapp.com/send?phone=966502... Al-Sati's design - The official channel to follow Al-Sati via Snapchat ‏https://t.snapchat.com/9VnVuhou #Al-Sati The Palace of Government is dedicated to the businessman Ibrahim bin Abdulrahman Al-Ihya Words Abdulrahman bin Madgham Performance Khaled Al-Buraik Al-Sati Channel Design 2024 Exclusively after greetings and peace I need a period of absence The mind is narrow, and the air is western, and my chest is crowded I don’t say any narrowness in the chest satisfies the supervisor of the plateaus Sometimes I struggle with my chest from the narrowness and return defeated Oh God, I am the obedient servant who fears punishment I am not an infidel, you who eats pigs and worships idols I am an adventurer and the adventurer,,,, does not know how to withdraw, pays the cost fees,,,,, I am spoiled for the grace of God, if my circumstances It becomes more dazzling than the crow's wings, I will not bring it to you as I wish, as if God had sworn, and if I did not do what I intended, and my efforts were in vain, I fear that I will die from {foolishness, and calamities, and regret} A poet, and my poetry is without a quarter, in it are wolves who wander and seek my downfall... My bones are slow, I am not the friend of those who brought me up, they said, and by the dust, I am the friend of those who brought me up, they said, and by the blessings, we are men who are known among the people He gives you the answer, what does not beard say in people’s faces, a committed and kind beard among people, a gain of respect for the side that crosses the summit of the mountain,,,,,, and the knowledge of the Sharouha, the grandson of the tamer of the knight, the one who strengthened the necks, a sheikh on the gain of loyalty and the kind, always firm and easy-going, the help of the oppressed, the spout of the caravan that built us from his reputation, a palace like the palace of the ruler, I swear, O Ibrahim, and remember your standing in times of hardship and stand up for your name No, no ... And a pen in your right hand that always burns what is in the treasury and the account that honored it taught the Arabs what generosity means Abu Sheikh adjusts inclinations with the right opinion He has a council of the best Arabs, always crowded when you visit.. He puts a spot between the molar and the canine And when he speaks in the pulpits, he makes the one who understands strange You are the spoiled ones of the stranger, if he stumbles, he is disappointed And you are the leaders of the flock, and you tire the opponent Your history among the tribes is the eighth of the seven wonders, and your glories are looked upon by history with a look of one shocked by the heads of a people who did it to Saati and are held in high esteem. You are promised by them in the violent situations, a united line, a line that fights the battle with the sword and the majestic name. If the rib of guidance is divided, I swear that {{Al Yahya}} will not be divided. The days have become a revolution and a coup. Aid Al Sahib and their mark is not a mark. May God keep you safe and sound. If they fight, you will find honor, dignity, and spaciousness. If they fight, you will find On the opponents, the storm of determination that is scattered in their arms, He lived his life without fear He advances to the red death and says, "Extend the mother of fat" The heads of the victorious are seven If the time of the arrows comes, He announces them in the dilemmas With their names, their grandfathers' pride is gone One day, most of the sheikhs from under the dirt Their glories on the page of history, are buried, they gain nothing but the bones of money The necks are covered And their actions are from the past days, Build and destroy {{Al-Yahya}} If a door is opened to pride and glory, in peace or in ignorance By God, and the seven Umayyads, yes. And if, Ibrahim, you want opinion and correct knowledge, you have poetry that does not come in your praise. It has no taste. This is a poem of praise for you. I apologize, and the Qaf, young man, came to you as a gift from a lover. And on top of it, a pimple on the nose of Abdulrahman bin Madgham ):