I love my hell
I enjoy breathing its fresh air, and flying my soul
above its streets’ quietness.
I love to walk in its mountains and valleys
I like all the farmers who do there best to earn there living
In my hell many children don’t watch TV, few of them study; and the others you can find them starving on some corner of the passive life.
They have no hope, and they don’t know how to dream ..
I love my country
I love all of the mentioned terrorists; whom many of the western people afraid of, and I am afraid for.