I along with my baby bird flee off the tomb of AQSA to Gaza with a luring urge to fetch ourselves some real good food, knowing that Eid is around and Muslims are at their generous best on Eid days.
As we wing away, sky and land was so very pitiless that we did not dare to rest; We were like threadbare and obvious, raked into the field of dangerous spirits; the devil light, dark clouds drawn north; bad tempered eagles moving all the time twitchily and tenderly, suddenly we were ambushed by a sight quietly bulk headed and the species inside were painting truth with body fluid.
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