The old ladder 🔥 In Brigade Issam bin Nayef bin Issam 🔥 Words by the poet Suleiman bin Saqa 👏🏻 Performed by Khaled Al-Buraik 2024

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The Old Ladder 🔥 A poem dedicated to Major General Essam bin Nayef bin Essam Lyrics by the poet Suleiman bin Saqa Performed by the singer Khaled Al-Breik Lyrics of the work Yesterday the west did not tremble nor did the breeze blow And the first gifts of the young men to the night owls are an eternal night. And today I see the sun at its end Like a wire of a reed Afraid that my night last night will return And I will lengthen it alone. Untie the sail and gather the blond cup, Salim, and light for us from the edge of what they have gathered in the desert. Shorter than the necks of the stuffing And longer than the necks of the bliss And from the dryness you say that there is no dewy sweat in it. And sit on the yellow jug of the pampered If you are clumsy You are the most generous You do not know that time is not with me. Give me the knowledge of the one who is square in forgiveness and in generosity And give me the knowledge of the people whose defense and their destination are serious. Or your knowledge when you passed by Medina and Qassim The need challenged you And the situation became less And you go without a companion. I know that you are in my place, neither a guest nor a resident. The sustenance brought you from your country to put you in my country. Speak, may your voice dispel the loneliness of the dark night. Only you and I are strangers to the valley of Al-Ajrdi. And beware, people say that my dog ​​is Sim Sim. If I say it, I will cut off the lines of the Al-Ajrdi plain. By God, if it weren’t for the good people on the old ladder, people’s rights would have been lost between the swindler and the harpie. If it weren’t for the stances of men, the sick man who says, “It seems I don’t go beyond my bed” would die of pain. The faces of the good people strike one enemy with another, they respond with the response of the desert… and repel the plot of the aggressor. Their faces among the tribes are a great matter, if the face of the one who concludes the case was as large as the palm of my hand. The heads of men, if they do not rise above the plain, become like clouds, their lamps by which the traveler guides and is followed. I learned from lessons that Allah knows best, a knowledge I learned and I will teach my son tomorrow. Nothing is more shameful than when a person’s need appears on his face, except when a person’s blessing appears on his face. If you advise the exhausted one whose ribs have become dry, tell him that since you have come, I will not spare you my efforts. And do not say, “Butt the flames of hell and blow,” O Shuraim Shuraim, if a jar of wine could benefit him, it would not come to you. And if I did not praise the praised and criticize the critic, I swear by Allah that I am unjust to the letter of the alphabetical poem. O A’sam bin Nayef, you are always sprinkled with praise. You are the most eloquent among the Arabs, praised before and after me. The most beautiful of the Ajman, O son of A’sam, you are the generous and modest one. Even if I were a soldier, there would be no one but you, my master. If someone comes to you in distress, free him, even if he is not an Ajman, and you say to the distressed, “Pass my customer and go away.” May Allah ransom you from the one who punished his cousins ​​with a good orphan known to Muhammad, Abdullah, Hadi and Mahdi, who live his night and morning in hell and the office that goes like the Ahmadi carpet. If someone extends his sight to you like the feathers of an ostrich, you will be frightened with him as (the son of Sheikh Al-Jahadir) by Saadi did. Your people are conservatives, seek refuge from them, the accursed devil, at a time when they do not obey the advice of the guided one. Your people are the two-headed group who venerate the opponent, with the edge of their swords the night of bereavement begins. And I am one of those who struck their hands, hitting the core. I am the criminal whose crime was not forgiven, I ransom you. I pray for them in every Hajj between Zamzam and Al-Hatem, and I think I am the worst of them.. and I am not my response.. For communication and inquiries: The official accounts of the Basmat Al-Ibdaa platform. Official Whatsapp: Direct WhatsApp chat link: https://wa.me/message/4GKUGHJQFDZTC1 +966562778026 Official Snapchat: / a_thane2 Official Twitter: / a_thane2 Official Instagram: / a_thane2 ــــ

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