Poem: Islamic perspective
We mixed blood with flowing tears. And there is no more space in us for pity.
Shedding tears is the worst weapon of a man when the swords wish for war.
Sons of Islam, behind you there are fights in which the heads roll at your feet.
How can the eye behind the eyelids sleep, during a time of disaster which would awake anyone who is asleep?
When blood is spilled, when sweet girls are made to feel ashamed, hiding their beautiful faces in their hands!
When the tips of the white swords have turned red because of the blood and the iron of the brown lance is stained with blood!
- Muzaffar al-Abiwardi