Poetry ☆Moroccan arabic i am ☆!!!☆ بقلمي :☆ مغربي عربي أنا

Moroccan Arabic i am
In beautiful Morocco I grew up
Between the walls of my city I grew up
Between an Arab homeland that coexisted
I am Arabic
Between the two countries bore the aches I learned
The meaning of manhood and from the blood of the martyrs, I wondered
To bear more of their delegation with my blood if I were forced
I am Arabic
My soul is Palestinian
My heart is Arabic
He toured the blood of Syria
His veins are intertwined and the valleys of the eye are hungry to get rid of extremism from its Islamic roots
I am Arabic
And the fundamentalists of the nation of the billion
The apostles of Muhammad and his nation were and still are faithful
Our Arabism is our honor and our religion is our symbol of pride and pride
And the enemies are loud
I am Arabic
My case is sacred
My fears on the land of Shamiah
My heart beats with glittering rhythms in a Libyan accent
I am Arabic
I have nothing but freedom
Lover of revolutionary war
One goal is the independence of the Arab nation
Of corruption and settlement and Zionist plots
Blessed with blessed earth
Its walls were characterized by the destruction of weapons
For her children Rajia
To continue the struggle until we are free winners
And two aspects of the dependency system
I am Arabic
In Arab land
And to my love and my tears on my cheeks, all my heart is shed on the life of my soul for reasons that are not logical