When I was an Arab

This picture is my first picture after I finished my trip and put the last point in my book that you are waiting for.. A picture that says of the pain that started after midnight about two years ago, that I have finished with you, and thanks to God, I overcame you.. In my life..and today I tell you, oh pain and oh fear, I defeated you.. I defeated you and managed you, even though you were stronger than me throughout the battle rounds that I chose to fight despite my weakness so as not to be humiliated.. I am the son of a land where I taught the world that no one bows to other than God I overpowered you with my patience, which took so long for you.. and today I am no longer the Muhammed that I used to be.. I am no longer the person you tried to break and agreed upon, and after every blow he thought of you good. A night of oppression.. I will not forget every nail you knocked in my coffin that you used to laugh at while you were hammering it.. and I will not forget you one by one.. who stood with me and who stood against me, who was trying to pick me up after I scattered, and who was looking for any reason to hurt me today I am here Dust off everything.. and catch my breath after I came out of your coffin that you thought I was dead. With him, after you put me there treacherously, and I will see what God will do with you, because whoever you wronged with me still prays for you in every prostration, but I will not be satisfied with prostration... And tomorrow is near to the beholder.