This ugly and ongoing aggression is turning Everything into ruins and it is turning everyone into martyrs, All pretty buildings, all pretty mosques and churches, all Pretty hospitals, all pretty stores, ...., ..., Have turned into ruins in a few moments Simply because the ugly aggressors want to level everything down to The ground and to sweep everyone and everything, There are ruins anywhere and everywhere Because that ugly aggression is feeding on that tiny city and its People, Life is lifeless and absurd over there Simply because everything has turned into ruins, Although there are a lot of horrible ruins, but The pretty people will not down to any aggression and They will rebuild everything into its normal situation and To build a new life for the other generations bravely and boldly.
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