رواية ما بين حقيقة الجريمة وهذيان القاتل، تأخذك لعالم التشويق والترقب لتعيش واقع يحكيه لنا جبران نفسه عن لعنة حقيقة حصلت من قبل مئات السنين وعادت بزمننا هذا،
My mother's lambs:
I also loved those stories that my mother used to tell me. I loved to tell them to you and pass them on so that you can tell them to your children.
These stories of my mother are in the local dialect and I conveyed them to you on her tongue as I heard them, so that they are closer to your hearts and to increase your loyalty and love for the Emirati dialect and to instill in your souls the stories of our ancestors, as they are a different type of heritage stories known as (the sheep).
I want a clear enemy who is fit to curse and curse
And soldiers cheer for their return
Defeated or victorious
And martyrs, not victims
And an anthem
And a memorial...
I want a place in the heart of the country to comment on
A memorial photo of a family that did not survive death
I leave the task of pinning medals of honor on the chest of the tyrant to war.
I want a war that resembles a war
And an enemy is the enemy, without a mask, from the clay of this earth
And a poem I write in praise of the fighter
Not in Venetian satire!
I want to write grass,
The grass that will grow on the iron of the cannons!
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