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Care, love, feel, help, support, cry with, hug

A magical city Long time ago, there were a city where a magic drew a wonderful picture of beauty. People in that magical city lived on simplicity and away of politics but they had a large amount of dignity which prevent them to stay away watching the war that was devour cities beside them. They thought in their weakness but they weren’t afraid to stand in front of the beast who were throw strange weapons, people didn’t see or even read about them before even in historical stories. They tried to live but they keep care of their neighbors. All the time, they couldn’t clogs their ears on scream, close their eyes on death or hide away from suffer. At the beginning of the war and in a moment of glory they rose up and cried in very loud voice: NO. They throw the fear’s dress and stand beside all oppressed around them. When the beast ate people and cities one by one and like a fire he was guiding them to run away from death to the magical city to carry out his last massacre. In that moment people of this city were able to say to their neighbors please don’t come here and the beast will accept them as good citizens but their honor can’t accept that, they rose their heads and they can’t lowered it again. They shared the displaced people homes, food and love. They shared them pain and suffer. They cried their dead and hugged their kids. Their neighbors felt for a while that they are not alone on this land. When the beast saw that he felt the victory. Finally his enemies are in one boxed place and he can kill them all so, he started shouting like thunder and opened the door of the hell on them because in the kingdom of injustice, it’s not allowed to be a human. What happened then? Just from the 1 to 24 of December/ 2019: 1250 air blow 700 explosive barrels 14000 rockets 253 murdered (most of the are kids) 620 wounded (most of them are kids) 214000 displaced These numbers are increased every minute. They are humans and they deserve to live. They are honest and brave but they don’t have any way to survive. They need your voice and anger. I hoped if I could write a good end of this story maybe I could say that: All free people around the world filled the streets in their countries to push on their governments to stop the beast and help poor innocent people and they succeeded in that and now our magical city is living in happiness and peace and the beast is in the jail Help them. They are real. They are not a story. They are the event. Our magical city is called IDLIB #save_Idlib

"Humans are like cinnamon sticks, they should destroyed to release their smell"

I need a car to take my soul out I need a car to take my soul out of Maara alnoaman "Idlib" Someone wrote that on a wall in Idlib because he couldn't find one to take his family a way from the bombing. No words can describe that. No words can held that much of pain. No words can decrease the numbers of displaced people. No words can build up their homes. No words can find a safer place to them. No words can stop exploned barrels. No words can stop the Russia's airforce. No words can warm their bodies in cold and fear. No words can stop killing. No words can make the world feels in their pain. No words can stop breaking their hearts and life. No words can make you care. No words can make me forget their crash. No words can secure a car for him.