koji je ovim turcima sta glume kako glup povod za proteste majko mila

Pobit sve prosvjednike i cao! Do juce izvodili teroristicke napade po Tuskoj i sad hoce da ih brane!? Sve pobit ko zeceve

ZA TURSKU SU VECI PROBLEM KURDI NEGO ISIL. CEKAJU DA ISIL RAZBIJE KURDE PA DA ONDA UDJU U BORBU RPOTIV ISILA. KURDI SU S AMERIKO USLI U RAT U IRAKU ALI NISU DOBILI DRZAVU JER JE NAJVECI PROTIVNIK BILA TURSKA. TURCI CEKAJU RASPLET KAKO BI JEDNIM UDARCEM UBILI DVIJE MUHE.

grijese svi koji misle da je ovo americki posao... amerika i turska su nikad blizi savez . ovo je protest preplasenih ljudi jer vide sta zvijeri rade...

bravo Erdogane,bravo

Nasilnim demonstracijama protiv nasilja...

kako će bolan reagovati kad imaju klimakteričnu kurvu za premijera koja ne zna ništa drugo osim da piše protesna pisma i izražava zabrinutost :)

...uhvatiše babu erdogana u raskoraku...nit pomoć kurdima, nit pomoć isil-u...a najsretniji bi bili da se jedni i drugi međusobno zatru...

Ovdje situacija postaje sve ozbiljnija mislim da ce islamisti vrlo brzo napredovati i osvojiti irak i siriju

ima li itko na svijetu da ubaci u ameriki ovako nesto sto oni davno ubacivaju po svijetu prave ratove iza maski.se kriju dokle ,mislim nece jos dugo.

Lyrics : Al Qawlu Qawlus-Sawarim The word is the word of the sword Until the wrongs are righted. The despicable ones have even wronged The Messenger of the people of strong will Our sanctuaries would not have been desecrated Had the lions surrounded them The filthiest of bandits has attacked us So where are the swords? They have forgotten we are the defiant ones Who defend like lions. We are those who trampled with our steeds The thrones of the empires. The word is the word of the sword Until the wrongs are righted. The despicable ones have even wronged The Messenger of the people of strong will. The word is the word of the sword Until the wrongs are righted. The despicable ones have even wronged The Messenger of the people of strong will. We are those who built our forts Out of our skulls Which we brought from the land of the tyrant By force and on top of the booty. Our messenger is the one who made us Noble builders of Glory. Our Messenger is the sun of truth Who lit the face of the world. The word is the word of the sword Until the wrongs are righted. The despicable ones have even wronged The Messenger of the people of strong will. The word is the word of the sword Until the wrongs are righted. The despicable ones have even wronged The Messenger of the people of strong will. He lit the lamp of a night Black from misguidance And created from a few people A generation coming from the dawn. So they destroyed the head of aggression And humiliated every oppressor. War against every oppressor And peace for every peaceful one. The word is the word of the sword Until the wrongs are righted. The despicable ones have even wronged The Messenger of the people of strong will. The word is the word of the sword Until the wrongs are righted. The despicable ones have even wronged The Messenger of the people of strong will. We are those who built our forts Out of our skulls Which we brought from the land of the tyrant By force and on top of the booty. Our messenger is the one who made us Noble builders of Glory. Our Messenger is the sun of truth Who lit the face of the world. The word is the word of the sword Until the wrongs are righted. The despicable ones have even wronged The Messenger of the people of strong will. The word is the word of the sword Until the wrongs are righted. The despicable ones have even wronged The Messenger of the people of strong will. He lit the lamp of a night Black from misguidance And created from a few people A generation coming from the dawn So they destroyed the head of aggression And humiliated every oppressor. War against every oppressor And peace for every peaceful one.

Ode svijet u pm..

The Translation of the actual nasheed ?The Maidens of Paradise call out, out of joy of marrying a Shahid, And the Maidens refuse to marry the inactive, And Gardens of Eden that no one attains their vastness, Except a Shahid whose praiseworthy venture was appealing...? [From the poem, Wa Farhata Zuff Ash-Shahid] La Tahzanu Ya Ikhwati Despair not, O my Brothers, I am a Shahid (witness, martyr) being tested, Our lives have an appointed time, But our meeting is in the Gardens, Oh! What Joy I have with this death of mine! Today I end my Ghurbah (the state of being a Stranger; separation from Home)! So we meet our King, and Muhammad, and the Companions, And my tranquility when I stand in the midst, On the Day of Uproar, is with my courage, To give victory to my Faith, and when my blood is spilling, Is a glad tiding of the approaching of a Shahadah, Remembering my Beloved Companions is my consolation, When I am secluded, and I remember I will soon unveil my Brides (the Maidens of the Gardens), The heart is always thankful, and patient in adversity, And if I am struck down, then here is my blood, On the Day of Resurrection it is my Ayah (proof), The smell from it is fragrant, The colour is the colour of the Rose, Here is the blood of the stab, It is my sweet basil, it is my happiness, Oh what Joy for me! How delightful is this! By the Lord of the Ka?bah: We have triumphed!