I remember that one day Me, Ahmad Rami, Joey, Abu Ibrahim, and Abu Adel That we paid a visit to that Pretty rock of suicide, We stood on top of it after A great effort to climb it, When we got on top of that pretty And lovely rock, We felt like we reached the Himalaya Mountains, I assert that nobody committed suicide On that great rock, but On the contrary People enjoy going over there To prove that committing suicide Is a big crime in this world and In the other world, Man's life is the greatest thing, so How dare someone to commit suicide? Nowadays people easily go to that rock of suicide To enjoy being over there and to prove that Life is worthy to be lived anytime by anyone.
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