yaha hada yashoof ahmed, brothers, lish, lord, go with aisha, my mother and my sister will meet othersey are good for us, may god be with them as long as i live without them, lord, but don't take her with her . bombs and hot tanks playing with our dolls , we were still in the childhood sky with the breeze, i know that we will run again happily and smiling in the olive groves all the time. it is hard to stand. he has not given heart to sorrows. after the cold season of war, years of pain and suffering, the days of bombs, rockets and cartridges. spring comes again. mother why get up if you are sleeping. open your eyes i am left alone in this city full of dead people. end. i am suffering from anxiety, oh no, my sister is alive, no father, i am afraid of loneliness and this war, because of all these ugly pictures in the streets, the smell of the blood of this bloodthirsty enemy is inhuman from phosphorous bombs , now his heart is full of grief, please, just one more time look with your beautiful eyes and have mercy on my helpless soul with your pure and kind heart. it is rainy and cold her