I can't forget the light of the fire and the anxiety everywhere, how my father was calculated, how he died in front of my eyes, how my mother told me to live, how I looked at myself for the last time, but it's hard for me to forget, even deeply The bottom of my heart is the face of that despicable man and that treacherous face

in the past, the harmonious and friendly people were destroyed overnight. When I saw the burnt corpses and the destroyed homes, I swore in my heart that I would kill you in this life.

I've never left the desert, never left my own people....