Where do I start ??
About war , Pain , injustice , suffocation , guilty conscience .Cold sensations , as if ourselves in consolation .. Cries launches within us , carrying within them thousands of groans ..And our youth souls become rickety with a body in the seventy years-old carrying hurts like a deaf mother.
I still wonder
How I arrange those beginning perhaps The ill hits it and paralyze the sorrow ending.To witness jasmine suffocation to sobbing on homeland hasn’t recovered yet …
To read this novel …