Mohsen Ezz El-Din Al-Bakr
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ترجم
Here's your translation into English:
O Human,
Let me tell you about God's holy land:
It is a land where myths run wild, and the living are killed by the dead. Every time a generation dies, they too become killers of those who come after — and so the story continues.
Whenever the suffering there is exposed and appears ugly, they dress it in religion, and it suddenly looks elegant.
It is the land of elegant suffering, and the language of elegant death.
It occupies no more than 0.00015% of Earth’s vast landmass, and yet, half the nations of the world claim to be promised it. Each nation brings a deed, and half the nations have fought over those deeds — each claiming their deed is real, and all others are forged.
They left behind the vast lands and came for a single deed.
They disturbed the world for a deed.
Blood was shed for a deed.
Destruction lingered… all for a deed.
Not for its wealth, but for a deed.
This group has a deed. That group has a deed. Another group has a deed.
And the land got lost between the heavenly deeds,
The living died beneath the swords of the dead,
And truth vanished in the chaos of myths.
Imagine this:
Just one single country in the world equals 566 times the size of God's holy land.
In fact, a privately owned land in Australia — larger than God’s holy land and two of its neighboring countries combined — was once auctioned off, with no divine deeds claimed over it.
Yet here, every displaced soul, and every nation, appears with a deed.
In every era, a new deed emerges.
And despite the vast open lands, everyone crowds into God’s holy land...
– Just 0.00015% of Earth’s surface –
Half the nations left all that vast land, to crowd into a sliver that makes up 0.00015% of the landmass.
90% of the divine messages were sent to this land.
The world found guidance — and the holy land was lost.
It was watched over, more than any other place on Earth — for a time.
Then it was abandoned, time and again.
From war to war, from invasion to invasion,
And every invader brought a deed.
Once he possessed it, another invader came with another deed.
And so on...
– Prophets crowded its lands... and so did killers.
When the world was about to shut down the market of myth,
A people came to sell it right there.
They traded in myths,
And fought for the myth trade.
There, the mythical trade found a market still thriving.
So the legends of terror became real.
It turned into war,
Blood flowed,
Cities crumbled,
Peace was assassinated —
And the selling and buying of myth continued.
Then the myths were exported.
The world bought them again,
Even as it was about to abandon such trade.
And so, the myth market flourished anew.
God’s holy land — whenever the world begins to heal,
It sneezes... and spreads the infection of myth and war once again.
It is:
– The war of the myth, and the land of the strange deed –
I suppose you now know whom I mean...
It is God’s defiled swamp, the land we couldn’t even agree on a name for:
Israel – Palestine...
So let’s just call it Isratine, then.
Here's your translation into English:
O Human,
Let me tell you about God's holy land:
It is a land where myths run wild, and the living are killed by the dead. Every time a generation dies, they too become killers of those who come after — and so the story continues.
Whenever the suffering there is exposed and appears ugly, they dress it in religion, and it suddenly looks elegant.
It is the land of elegant suffering, and the language of elegant death.
It occupies no more than 0.00015% of Earth’s vast landmass, and yet, half the nations of the world claim to be promised it. Each nation brings a deed, and half the nations have fought over those deeds — each claiming their deed is real, and all others are forged.
They left behind the vast lands and came for a single deed.
They disturbed the world for a deed.
Blood was shed for a deed.
Destruction lingered… all for a deed.
Not for its wealth, but for a deed.
This group has a deed. That group has a deed. Another group has a deed.
And the land got lost between the heavenly deeds,
The living died beneath the swords of the dead,
And truth vanished in the chaos of myths.
Imagine this:
Just one single country in the world equals 566 times the size of God's holy land.
In fact, a privately owned land in Australia — larger than God’s holy land and two of its neighboring countries combined — was once auctioned off, with no divine deeds claimed over it.
Yet here, every displaced soul, and every nation, appears with a deed.
In every era, a new deed emerges.
And despite the vast open lands, everyone crowds into God’s holy land...
– Just 0.00015% of Earth’s surface –
Half the nations left all that vast land, to crowd into a sliver that makes up 0.00015% of the landmass.
90% of the divine messages were sent to this land.
The world found guidance — and the holy land was lost.
It was watched over, more than any other place on Earth — for a time.
Then it was abandoned, time and again.
From war to war, from invasion to invasion,
And every invader brought a deed.
Once he possessed it, another invader came with another deed.
And so on...
– Prophets crowded its lands... and so did killers.
When the world was about to shut down the market of myth,
A people came to sell it right there.
They traded in myths,
And fought for the myth trade.
There, the mythical trade found a market still thriving.
So the legends of terror became real.
It turned into war,
Blood flowed,
Cities crumbled,
Peace was assassinated —
And the selling and buying of myth continued.
Then the myths were exported.
The world bought them again,
Even as it was about to abandon such trade.
And so, the myth market flourished anew.
God’s holy land — whenever the world begins to heal,
It sneezes... and spreads the infection of myth and war once again.
It is:
– The war of the myth, and the land of the strange deed –
I suppose you now know whom I mean...
It is God’s defiled swamp, the land we couldn’t even agree on a name for:
Israel – Palestine...
So let’s just call it Isratine, then.
