Kalakit Khubub and Rab Local Kosti – In fact – ✍️ Yasser Zein Al-Abidin Lawyer
She called with a trembling voice, overcome by illness…
The mosquitoes said: “They killed us, they destroyed us, they exhausted us.”
Malaria is devastating and is not far behind
A house except his ministry with strength and power…
Fever visits you day and night without shame…
Flies are circling around us in very large swarms…
It transmits diseases that kill us relentlessly and tire us out…
Despite the poverty, we struggle to raise funds for treatment…
You are in between earning your living right now
The treatment money is between a rock and a hard place…
With a sigh, she said, “Dirt roads.”
Its water is stagnant and smells bad…
The pipes are often full of dirt
We throw something dirty in there…
Crying child who said he had typhoid…
The disease is the result of the above-mentioned neglect…
His mother has no money to buy the medicines that cost…
Whenever the fever increases, pray for them…
We are in another valley, which is another valley with its highest point.
Take it, take it, Mighty and Powerful One, for he has made it difficult for us…
In the absence of treatment, you say that the disease has brought God
If God wills, it is not far from God…
She raised her palms in the second half of the night…
Shaggy and stupid, God will give him an answer…
She said: Didn't the narrators tell you the story here…
In our beloved and blessed city of Kosti…
Stagnant rainwater in the markets…
Vendors display goods surrounded by flies…
Dirt appears here and there in the details…
Garbage as far as the eye can see, and sorrow in the heart…
An old woman fell into the dirty water…
Waste management is concerned with the collection of fees…
Treating citizens with arrogance, with arrogance, with arrogance…
All you have to do is collect and throw away the waste…
He threatens the citizen by saying that he is going to throw a ball…
Whoever receives the reward, God will hold him accountable for his work…
Humpta in the worst possible way, according to the law, my friend…
There is no comparison between Tandelti and Kosti waste…
We think of the pile of garbage…
While in the town of Tandilti, we go off the beaten track…
She said the dumps here were spreading disease…
In places of displacement, people defecate in the open air…
The resort is where greenery, beauty and charm…
Mud, flies, insects are flying around us…
Dark water on the road prevents traffic…
Illness, suffering, then death…
A public official is liable if he fails to…
If an old man stumbles on the road, he is responsible…
If a child dies of malaria, so does the person responsible…
If the local government neglects who is responsible…
In my country, people die because of negligence…
(People in my country make love)…
She said I believed in words but they were in vain…
On the contrary, they create death, disease and poverty…
If a mule stumbled in Iraq, God would call Omar to account.
People stumble upon the town of Kosti and fall ill
They die of neglect…
We (wondered) those who admire wonder, not fasting
In Rajab, these people…
For those who don't know, Ajabin is the CEO
For the affected locality of Kosti…
He will not like my words, he will slander his lips and say
Journalists are followed by seducers…
The deviants of our time are the voice of truth…
But they don't rule all the valleys, my friend…
I heard you when I called, alive, there is no life for who
She screams (Oh my God, don't give us power over losers)…
