To the Israeli Soldier:

Listen and listen well

O! One who could have been our brother

For we are one people, whether you like it or not

You are a Semite, A son of Israeel (Isaac)

I am a Semite, A son of Ismaeel (Ishmael)

Our father, the father of both you and I

Is Ibrahim (Abraham)

Or are you one who will even deny his own father?

Listen and listen well

O! One who could have been our brother

We will die on our feet

But we will not live on our knees.

You know how to kill, But we know how to die

Hitler gassed 6 million of you, But he could not kill your spirit

Those who died only made stronger, those who remained alive

Why then do you imagine; that if you become Hitlers

The results of your 'gassing'

Would be any different?

Listen and listen well

O! One who could have been our brother

Just as others silently watched you going into the gas chambers

Others silently watch us burying our children, the children that you continue to kill

But we remind ourselves

That the blow that does not break the back, only strengthens you.

So O! You who used to be the People of Musa (Moses),

But today you have become people of the Firawn (Pharaoh)

Remember we are the real people of Moses, for we believe in his message; not you

Remember that when the fight is between Moses and Pharaoh

Moses always wins.

We say to the silent watchers, the cowards,

We say to those who sit securely in their homes

We are the frontline who are holding back the enemy

When we fall, it will be your turn.

Remember O! Arabs

The story of the White Bull (Al Thawr IL Abyadh)

Who said to the world when the tiger finally came for him

Listen O! People, I do not die today,

I died when the Black Bull died.

Listen and listen well

O! One who could have been our brother

We did not come into this world to live here forever

Neither did you

One day we will all go from here

Whether we like it or not

What is important my brother, son of Israeel

Sons of a Prophet, O! What have you become today?

What have you allowed them to make you?

Kill us, if that is what you want to do

At least we die at the hands of our own brothers

And not at the hands of strangers

Listen and listen well

O! One who could have been our brother

We laugh as we see your Apache helicopters and F-16 jets fly overhead

We laugh because we can smell your fear

Why else do you need Apaches and F-16s to fight children with rocks?

A battle of honor is between equals

We challenge you, you who have sold your honor

Come to us as equals; so that we can show you how to die with honor

We laugh at you because we know, that not in a million years

Will one of you ever have the guts to stand up to one of our children

Without hiding behind an array of weapons that the American tax payer gives you

We laugh at you, because that is what every warrior does

When he faces an army of cowards.

Listen and listen well

O! One who could have been our brother

It is not whether we live or die that is important

It is how we live and how we die

Ask yourself: How would you like to be remembered?

Without respect, despised and accursed through the centuries,

Or blessed, honored, your passing mourned.

Allah is our witness: We lived with honor; begging for no favors

And He is our witness: That today we die with honor; on our feet

Fighting until the last breath leaves our body; even if all we have in our hands are stones

He is the witness over us both

As you kill us and as we die

And to Him is our return

Listen and listen well

O! One who could have been our brother

On that Day, my little baby who you killed last night

Will ask Him for what crime she was murdered

Prepare your answer, O! One who could have been our brother

For you will answer to Him

I swear by His Power: You will answer to Him.