A man for all the invaders

The road to Palestine is still in its beginning, and the pitch-black night casts its weight over everything, and the thoughts shrouded in sadness rush into his chest, causing his feelings to swell and his tears to move, and the confident brave heart pushes him forward, but his roots are hanging there... among the lemon, grape, fig, and olive orchards... on the green slopes where he was born and grew up, and breathed life as the most wonderful thing, there with family and friends, with the good men who gathered around him, fighting the invaders coming from across the seas, and Sheikh Ali Ubaid pulled him from his thoughts: Where will you pray Fajr, Sheikh Ezz Eddine? In the mosque, God willing... one of them whispered anxiously: In the mosque?! Maybe you didn't count on the eyes and spies, Abu Muhammad? I know a prayer place at the edge of the forest, no one reaches it at this hour. The men agreed to Qassam's opinion, and they went behind him on a rugged path... and it was only an hour until a light flickered from afar... What is this light? Rest assured, this is Sheikh Bakir's lantern.