Terrorist poetry!

UBL: We were at a camp of one of the brother¹s guards in Qandahar.

>This brother belonged to the majority of the group. He came close and told

>me that he saw, in a dream, a tall building in America, and in the same

>dream he saw Mukhtar teaching them

> how to play karate. At that point, I was worried that maybe the

>secret would be revealed if everyone starts seeing it in their dream. So I

>closed the subject. I told him if he sees another dream, not to tell

>anybody, because people will be upset with him. (Another person¹s voice can

>be heard recounting his dream about two planes hitting a big building).

> UBL: They were overjoyed when the first plane hit the building, so I

>said to them: be patient.

> UBL: The difference between the first and the second plane hitting

>the towers was twenty minutes. And the difference between the first plane

>and the plane that hit the Pentagon was one hour.

> Shaykh: They (the Americans) were terrified thinking there was a

>coup.

> [Note: Ayman Al-Zawahri says first he commended UBL¹s awareness of

>what the media is saying. Then he says it was the first time for them

>(Americans) to feel danger coming at them.]

> UBL (reciting a poem):I witness that against the sharp blade

> They always faced difficulties and stood together...

> When the darkness comes upon us and we are bit by a

> Sharp tooth, I say...

> ³Our homes are flooded with blood and the tyrant

> Is freely wandering in our homes²...

> And from the battlefield vanished

> The brightness of swords and the horses...

> And over weeping sounds now

> We hear the beats of drums and rhythmŠ

> They are storming his forts

> And shouting: ³We will not stop our raids

> Until you free our lands²...