This Earth is pulsating again; the away position from my home in that areas Turkey and North Syria of their palpitation is felt thousands of long hauls down
Numerous victims Died and also not a many serious injuries
Nature that used to be friendly seems to have now turned into a beast to be lived the ground throbbing with a series of earthquakes as if undetected by seismograph, they are brutes and sophisticated bias
Lines of beautiful geographies are presented as if they have come chaotic because of nature's wrath
Ancient Scrapes are easily visible on that area the threat is indeed living in a disaster-prone area still, how can the brutes that inhabit this area move just like that.
It's clear that disaster is a friend of brutes, especially humans on this islet?
Obviously, this isn't an easy matter
Turkey and North Syria and a series of other disastrous events that hit the islet and these countries, still, is a sign of mindfulness for mortal beings. Allah SWT had made us apprehensive of commodity from this event by giving a small signal to the artificial nature
That with mischance there's an assignment behind disaster
There's the stylish price in being patient and compassionate to one another While we supplicate that this nature and the save victims will soon recover from its injury and no matter how important we're apprehensive that nothing will be endless and eternal on this earth because this world is a layover in the eternal and everlasting world, in the hereafter.
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