maty muttavasilon was born in natans and grew up in tehran. join us on press tv to see his museum: it speaks with me, the saint of the soil, from the blood and the ashes, it speaks with. give me the sound of the rain from the battle and the victory victory. oh palestine, i free you! oh palestine, i free you! oh palestine, i free you! oh palestine, i free you! "my every prayer is a cry to my enemy, and i cry out, cry out, cry out to the evil enemy, the flame within my heart will burn you, i cry out, and the thunder in my voice will defen you." i cry out and the tornado within my soul will rul you away, my bleathing wound once felt those on forgotten. but the aching sorrow in me never gone, raise it will, my anger and love, love of my land, anger at your deeds, raise it with my... anger and love, love of my land, anger at your dear, wounded by hatred, i'm breathing, breathing, breathing, the magic perfume of my homeland palestine, wounded in love, my hands turn around. from the branches of the olive tree, seeking peace, seeking peace, but as lon

maty muttavasilon was born in natans and grew up in tehran. join us on press tv to see his museum. اوعى اوعى وجهك اوعى ظهرك. as the golden hues of dust gradually give way to the tranquil embrace of night, heavenly. spectacle unfolds in the vast expanse of the sky, the slender cresent moon emerges as a celestial messenger huralding the arrival of sacred time, the blessed month of ramadan. this celestial sighting marks new beginning, a spiritual journey that becons believers to embark a path of self-reflection and devotion. the arrival of ramadan makes hearts stirred with a sense of reverence and awe, the soul is called to awaken from its slumber. each day of ramadan is a chapter in a spiritual odyssey, a chance to seek forgiveness, cultivate gratitude and draw closer to allah.

maty muttavasilon was born in natans and grew up in tehran. join us on press tv to see his museum.