Injustice is exceeding the limit and transgressing against creation
The ugliest kind is the oppression of those who have no helper but God
Omar bin Abdul Aziz said
Beware of oppressing those who can only defeat you through God
Injustice in this world is injustice to those who commit it
The Prophet, may God bless him and grant him peace, said
Fear injustice
Injustice will be darkness on the Day of Resurrection
Oh this
I went to the souls of the oppressors for what they wronged, but the shame remained
They went to the house of punishment, and someone else owned the house
They were free from torment in the bellies of those stones
There is no helper or comforter
No companion or neighbor
The poet Hashem Al-Riffa wrote this poem
On the tongue of an oppressed person
He sent it to his father on the night of the execution
Father, what might my daughter do?
The rope and the executioner are waiting for me
Father, what might my daughter do?
The rope and the executioner are waiting for me
This book is coming to you from a prison cell
A walled rock wall
There was only one night left for me to live
I feel that its darkness is enough for me
It will pass, Father, I do not doubt it
This and then carry my body
The night around me is deadly quiet
Memories pass through my mind
My pain guides me, so I seek my comfort
In a few verses of the Qur’an
And the soul between my wings is transparent
Humility prevailed in her, Fahzkani
I have lived to believe in God
Only recently did I taste the joy of my faith
The silence is interrupted by the ringing of chains
The jailer's fingers played with them
From a window in the door he watches his catch
He returns safely to Al-Durwari
I don't feel any right to it
What did we do that my grudges touch him?
The prisoner there in his shackles cried
And the blood of the martyr will meet me here
And the drops continue to fall after him
A torrent followed by a deluge
Father, if the morning comes in the vicinity
The sunlight illuminated my place
It welcomed the ages among its branches
A new, bright day
I heard that there was a cloud of optimism
It takes place in the mouth of the dairy seller
And there came a knock on our door as usual
Jaldani will knock on the prison door
Then I would be swaying for a while
In the rope tied to Al-Eidani
I don't want you to live broken
In the crowd of pain and grief
Your son is in chains
He was led to death uncondemned
So remember stories about the morning days
You told me about my national passion
And if I heard my mother wailing in the dagga
Crying for youth, double my wealth
She hides her regrets deep inside
Didn't you hide it from the neighbor?
So I ask her to forgive me
I only ask for forgiveness from her
I can still hear the ringing of her speech
Her article is about mercy and compassion
My son, I have become sick
I have no skin left over my sorrows
So my heart felt joy in searching for
Halal girl, stop disobeying me
She had one wish
Oh good hopes and wishes for her
Now I don't know what wings
You will spend the night after Um-i-Bayjanani
This is what I wrote for you, father
Some of what happens with a thought is suffering
And until we meet under the shadow of justice
The sanctity of rulings and budgets
And until we meet under the shadow of justice