Al Jazeera…he made me sad – from the top of the stage – ✍️ Yasser Al-Fadni
A woman had her husband killed in front of her with premeditation…. When he wanted to defend his money and his honor, she gave birth to a child by him, aged 72 hours. She didn't feel comfortable with the situation after seeing what she saw, so she carried him and took him to a remote place. far from the thugs of the afternoon. She continued to carry him and walk upright for hours to escape, and when she got tired, she would sit on the floor to nurse him. Then there was the rag that wore it. Her child found it empty and fell among the (city) reeds or among the small trees, and she was frozen at that time and did not know whether she should return? She is searching for her missing child and where she went, she doesn't know then that Lil Bheem is a true story and a tragedy that everyone should know about.
More than 500,000 displaced people have left their homes in the east of the island. Anyone who walks through the districts of Gedaref will see heartbreaking tragedies and feel emotions, sometimes with the taste of blood and other times with the taste of blood. a taste of tragedy and sadness that went beyond Jacob's grief for his son, the opinions of those who were not affected by it and who have no qualms in their hearts.
More than 500 martyrs in Al Hilaliya, some of whom died by gunshot and others by poisoning, were buried in a single grave, and anyone who prays for them will be destined to join them in this grave. This pit will tell future generations. that's what the Janjaweed did, if you meet someone from Al Hilaliya or the east of the island, before you shake their hand, you raise Al-Fatihah to them first, then you cry four times, and he cries with you eight times. , or maybe more. The residents of Hilaliya who were not present at this tragedy pray the funeral prayer for them.
With each passing day, we hear news of martyrs and news of a new tragedy of displacement. Yesterday the curse told of the rise of 20 martyrs, and perhaps today the number is increasing every day, a novel whose title is written in ink. blood…. Its chapters are tragic sentences, and between the other commas are words that carry only sadness that remains in the throat like a stamen of suffering. We remain silent…. We utter a cry, but it goes away like an echo in the Valley of Silence. The world is silent and its only concern is to open the passage of “I know”, and it knows well that what passes through this passage is to go further. exacerbate this suffering and bring more machines of murder and extermination. We live in a time that if Hammurabi had lived, he would have clapped in amazement even if he had heard Al-Hajjaj bin Yusuf is certain that it was a good day. ! A situation that Satan looks at in amazement and thinks to himself that there are other updated versions of specific new demons that have descended in addition to their clan!
From my platform, I see… where I see… that if these desecrations and genocides continue in the villages of the island, the inhabitants of the island who remained there will be among those who left, and this green will turn red. with the color of blood. If Victor rose from his grave, he would change the title of his novel (Les Misérables) to Les Misérables The Island.
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