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One day he was a person named
Shaalan was living in Iraq province of Qadisiyah, the large Dagharh district
He was a tribal elder respected by the tribes and has one word not the other
And he dwelt beside him several tribes, and were, therefore, if ye contend, ye shall judge him
Thus gaining fame, wisdom and exhortation
But the British invaders came to Iraq in 1920 after it gave the Najaf authority at the time a jihad
He gathered his neighboring tribes and told them how long we kept their hands folded
We meet the reference call
He ordered them to: "Everyone can carry peace and join me
So they obeyed his command, and he led them to the desolate wall
My grandfather was the speaker with them
And he took his grandfather and went with them to the scourge of chaos. Sheikh Shaalan said to them: We will not go back to our homes, but we kill all of us and our women or conquer the occupier
God and his help and victory victory
Sheikh Shaalan is allied with the British army
After the Daghara area became a river of liquid blood and the killing of my grandfather
God's mercy and all Muslims

By Mahboob Al-Kaloob