watan bla shettaa

In a few minutes, he remained standing as if the clock of time had stopped, or that his heart had stopped in those moments when he was supposed to either cry collapsing, or try to resist and defend his most valuable possessions. Few to wreckage and dirt, he is not just stones or walls that held him and his family for many years, he, part of his heart, was snatched from him in those moments, and no other house would fill his place, even if a palace of gold, with every wall that was falling, it would fall A beautiful memory of him in that house, in a few moments, he recalled the tape of his whole life, and remembered every day he passed in that place, he wished that time would turn back a little, and no other house would fill his place, even if a palace of gold, with every wall was falling, A beautiful memory of him was falling in that house, in a few moments, he recalled the tape of his whole life, and he remembered every day he passed in that place, he wished time could turn back a little, it is the land that made him steadfast in front of that terrible nightmare, it is the land for which he sacrificed his home He will be ready to sacrifice more than that, for there is nothing more precious than the homeland, and there is no homeland like Palestine.