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(9) A second message to my father.. Ahmed Seif Hashed
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(9)
Another message to my father
Ahmed Seif Hashed
A fierce war, my father, is the one we live in today, and it has become a lavish and numerous wars, attacking us from all sides, and crushing us every day with heavy repetition.. We perish and starve in it for seven long years, and the silence of the civilized world colludes with the war to last as long as possible. The conscience of the world is bound by oil money, and the interests of countries that subsist on wars and victims.
We are now, Dad trapped victims and oppressed .. We littermates reasons for the yard from every direction and direction .. Holocaust and the perils of epidemics .. hunger and famine and fear .. prisons and detention centers and cells .. levies roofless increase in the year twice and three repeat multiplier for the large number of tax collectors .. and markets black The price increases twice, and it is spreading like mushrooms and eating us like hyenas.
Occupation returned my father .. occupation grows Calcrtanat in our bodies, and influence are shared, and authorities ordered the reality Balgelbh itself imposes .. not they have not subject us indefinitely, and all the days passed toughened authority Subjugation, and went deeper in tyranny, and meditated in impoverishing, It protected its corruption, which was invasive, and its black markets, which are now only surpassed by the authority itself, which is doing its best to protect itself from us, the victims and the hungry.
We burn just my father, and the fire of oil is fueling what subsided .. the world around us practicing his war against us to plunder our country and divide it .. to impose guardianship and occupation of some of them, and we are the poor in which overwhelm us need and want .. Because our enemy has money, oil and labor, which identifies and objects .. all mutants breed Until they became like shoes in the muddy swamps..
Amabna does not end .. Every day in hell, Dad Nstoa and Nstala .. Hacodna are not interrupted and Moakedh .. We do not Tntvi oil .. the fire of our sons Ovusbanda .. and continue the Holocaust .. .. Pfnaina traders, celebrate Atfedon Nziva .. Atkhmun balances balances .. In stocks.. Our people are crowding into their deaths.. Those wars are not our war.. Our people have become mounts, fuel and victims.. And when we said stop your wars, they became angry and grinned in our faces like hyenas and wolves..
We were and are still victims of wars .. victims of Chaloha and its supporters .. their wars long and stretched even swallow boundaries .. How are these wars Dmamh .. greed Kjhnm and Jehimha .. death graves are no longer tricks .. ruin, corruption and tyranny Ajtahna .. What is back in us patience panicked or disgusted..
The occupation of a brutal and barbaric .. cheaper and clients of salt, Dad .. pregnant women competed to be more vulgar and despicable and foolish .. objects do not be shy and ashamed .. ready to do our people everything .. compete on curses up to satisfy their masters .. banal without borders .. reality Terrifying, they left it for us to tell history. From here they passed, and everyone says, “Here was Yemen.”
Our means of living have been cut off.. They have cut off our sustenance.. They have closed all the doors of a decent life.. They have opened the doors of corruption to the fullest extent.. They have made sustenance open without doors.. They have opened all the gates of Hell so that we may be wood and fuel, O my father.. And we will be a leisurely respite.. Seven years of War and annihilation.. and whoever did not die in the war died of hunger, sadness and stagnation.. our people have preyed on these deadly wars, and epidemics have increased their support..
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It is the war that the existential philosopher Sartre said, waged by the rich so that the poor die, and it is the same war that Sophocles, the three greatest Greek tragedians, said about its tragedy, that it affects the malicious by chance, while the good always affects it..
We, the good ones, were killed by the war, my father.. We were killed by the war and its tragedies and tragedies.. The war that ends, as Gibran Khalil Gibran said, with the handshake of the leaders, and that woman remains waiting for her martyred son..
Our poet Nizar said it, “He who sees poison is not distressed as one who drank.” We say it to someone who saw a movie or read a book about war, not like someone who lived through its hell seven long years.. Wars in wars, in which our people were stricken and stigmatized.. and paid dearly with their blood.. From his land, his capabilities and his future.. We are poor, my father, and we have increased in extreme poverty, and our neighbor is swollen with money and oil, and more despicable than them, my father..
War is horror and tragedies..in which some humans are stripped of all values..they become more savage than predators and predatory beasts.. Ibrahim Nasrallah said: “God did not create a beast worse than man, nor did man create a beast worse than war.” O my father Onihm carefully ..
Once upon a time, my father, we had friends we love.. The war revealed the masks.. Their faces are bloody and their fingers are from leprosy.. Their minds are closed and their hearts are of iron.. They are in love with blood as a worshiper of a diet Satan..
Black market Ktovan Noah .. ate locusts Bakayana greedily .. corrupters Madoa corruption furiously wolves .. Sadion even bones .. commit atrocities in detention centers and prisons .. besieged and oppressed are looking for their rights .. profiting by war, Dad at the expense of the people die war and disease and hunger ..
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