Light at the end of the tunnel

To bear the responsibility of a family and a country

To stand tall like a mountain in the face of oppressive circumstances

You are assailed by anxiety, fear, illness, frustrating thoughts, the surrounding darkness that if you put your hand out you cannot see it..

There does not seem to be a glimmer of hope neither at the end of the tunnel nor at its beginning

Nothing but darkness.

Does this weaken your resolve

Conquer your kindly self..?

Only faith in God

And that the world is fleeting

And that it is God's destiny in His creation

Down with the oppressive war

And its igniter and the fanner of its fire

Coexistence as a guest in a country that is strange to you

Trying to understand the other and avoid his evil

Seeing things directly

Voluntarily..and by force and rebellion.

Song and playing and lutes

Some truth

Praise and drums and a turn

Stories of people and houses and clay

All of them are memories that tell of the hidden kindness in the heart.

Oh God, make a quick relief for us. Oh God, do not separate.