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        " انثروا القمح على رؤوس الجبال ، لكي لايقال جاع طير في بلاد المسلمين "
                            الخليفة  العادل عمر بن عبد العزيز  
 
لطالما سمعت هذه المقولة  لطالما ذكرتني بمدى الفقر و العوز  الذي يعاني منه الكبير و الصغير  و تمر الأيام و أسمع عن المجاعات الواحدة تلو الأخرى و  تمر السنين تليها السنين و الوضع يتحول من سئ الى أسوأ  ترى لو كان عمر بن عبد العزيز بيننا الآن ماذا كان كان سيقول لحكام العرب و المسلمين ؟!  ماذا كان سيقول لنا نحن المسرفون في الترف و الزينة بينما اخواننا في الاسلام و في العروبة و في الإنسانية يموتون جوعاً
ماذا نقول لرب العزة اذا سألنا عن الصومال ؟!
ماذا سنقول له اذا سألنا عن اخواننا في ميانمار؟!
ماذا سنقول له إذا سألنا عن إخواننا في سوريا؟!
ماذا سنقول له  إذا سألنا عن اخواننا الفلسطينيين الذين يموتون جوعا في مخيم اليرموك في دمشق؟
ماذا سنقول له عن اخواننا الفقراءالذين يموتون من البرد القارس؟
ماذا سنقول له عن الفقراء في جميع بلاد المسلمين ؟
ماذا سنقول له عن الفقراءفي طول الأرض و عرضها؟
بحق الله ماذا حدث لنا ؟
فقدنا الشعور بالشفقة تجاه الفقراء و المساكين في بلادنا في بيوتنا في مدننا و في قرانا
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لو كان الفقر رجلا لقتلته ....................
 
                                                                              

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