Rochdi

No lilies, no daffodils and no flower could grow on the soil of the infected land of he who doesn’t respect his parents. No, do not expect to see any merciful cloud on the horizon and do not wait for any possible rain to fall. I’ve been here and there; I’ve been searching everywhere; trying to find a glimpse of prosperity or a sign of abundance on this land but I must confess that all my efforts were vain. No sign of life here, no nothing! Just a desolate sanctuary!…an icy cemetery!