The other side....

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From the day a person is born, and he realizes himself, he begins to imagine what he wants to create on his land and reality

From the young child to the sheikh of the pyramid, and through the power of his youth wants her to be rooted

These are ideas that he wants by various means to achieve by expressing them only as perspectives

Or to apply it as an act in which he wants to achieve himself and to show his existence before others

Then he would remember that he lived and was a man in his name who gave him his achievements or even his words And his mistakes too.

All of them will be written over time to be inherited from those who emerge from its core or from within its temporal space

The thoughts break as the swords intersect, tossing like cannon shells by invading the darkest places ourselves to see them

Or the darkness of our hearts and our minds, we make it like the wreck of a plane bombard the sky and burn the ground wherever it goes

Or as fleets where the sea is good for all people and by their departure and pleasure,