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Dear beloved ones, your subscription to our channel is a constant support for us in providing the best service to Muhammad and his family, peace be upon them. When you subscribe and activate the bell button, it is considered your prayer for us. Mawoud Alk Poem - Muharram 1446 AH Singer Sayyid Muhammad Al-Hussaini Poet Abdul Amir Al-Nasiri Mixing and Distribution: Hassan Hardani Editing: Qais Al-Tamimi Coordination and Follow-up: Abdul Redha Al-Mawali Cover Design: Mirza Muhammad Jawa Bushehr Province - Al-Haydariyeh Husseiniyah Lyrics of the poem: Mawoud Alk This day I am the trust in your protection Carry the flag, O Jidum, under your care I came with you ---- Where is the one who carries in his hand... The banner of victory for his support In the voice of digestion Nadine.. Move the tent high ---- If you listen, Abbas.. Leave the river and be frightened I spread the tent of people.. No one from my family was frightened I moved the tent of filth.. The edge of the tent is a brother Indas The tent has become breathless.. Oh, the favor of the one who told me that it was set up for me My brothers.. and tell me, the protector of the weak, where is it.. move a tent and put it up Oh cub of my Jewish fathers.. wrap my belt on the day of mourning, my heart is on fire, oh Abu Al-Zawd... my heart longs for his dearness... Affection of knowledge, affection of generosity... Affection of the arrow and the pole towards the tents, I wish I would come back... and my eternal parallel The fire of the tents is raging... All of them want to look at me, the stranger, with his eyes... Move a high tent Every dilemma that I am afraid of.. must come and solve it. I know a well-known friend.. and make me afraid of it. Get up and see.. my mind is talking to you. Don't take me, brother of fear.. I'll fix the tent. Where are you, Abu Al-Shaima.. With your hand, turn off the tent.. Move the tent.. Move it up. I know all of them, my dear.. She is your stuffed sister. She has just come out among the people.. Oh, shameful one. Draw your sword and stand up.. Leave the whole group behind. This is what was promised to you. Today...everyone who dies says, “I know what you would like..I will go home to her..there is a stray between the people..move a high tent....I don’t think you will accept it.” Abhay.. I ride the weak Naga Awf the river Awf the water.. But wait a moment let's meet him I need a bail Oyay.. In the heat he makes me sweat with his lips He needs my right hand.. It's hard for him to part Don't accept it, O Abu Al-Ghaira.. Zainab is walking in the neighborhood High between us.. Move the tent up Do not hesitate to join our official channel, as we strive to provide valuable and influential content for everyone. We appreciate your support and standing by us, and we promise to continue providing distinguished content that deserves encouragement. Thank you! YouTube: / @mohamedalhosaini Instagram: / seyed_mohamad_hussaini Telegram: https://t.me/seyed_mohamad_hussaini