For the past eight years, we have been swallowing bitterness, bearing harm , and each day we were asking Allah for the purple victory.
All this due to our rejection of subordination, and we raised our heads high in order to preserve independence of our country and sovereignty of our decision.
The lean years have passed, but we will never forget the crimes of the murderers over the Syrian land, which made the deaf stone utter pain, blood and poetry.
All Syrians remember exactly what the takfirists terrorists have done to our daughters one day.
The female students of institutes in Homs, when they gathered them in the roads, undressed them, killed them and made rosaries for the devils out of their nipples, which made the firm mountains cried, and the deaf screamed:
The bloods of the dawn and the beheadings of the noon
The killing explosions at night
And the ripping th pregnant women’s bellies
By the swords of sons of biutches
Pains of bloodsheds
On the pavements of all roads
Killing the fathers and daughters
And the rosaries of nipples
Such was my country’s state
And sorrows like the firm mountains
But all these harsh years have passed
And the knight have led us to a great victory which stands at the doors endings. Many Martyrs have sacrificed their lives until we achieved that victory which is standing at the doors of endings.
A martyr from my country have cried:
Come and greet our heroes, men of truth,
And greet their awareness and understanding of the issue
Come and greet army lords and officers
And greet the ranks of military officers
Come and greet the den’s leader
Assad of resistance and Arab manhood
The knight of the field, the smartest of all The pride of Arab, glory and genius
All these victories that stands at the doors of endings could not be achieved without the sacrifices, the mothers’ tears and the silent fathers’ moans.
We will win, and soon, the silent victory will cry before what has remained from our Syrian land. Yet, never forget that we were to remain a trace if the pure blood have not shed.