All seems to be a nightmare. We leave the Valley for 3 months then everything look ruins. My dad started crying, it's like in a circus, but now everything was abandoned completely. They were fasting until death, I feel sad.I have removed the books just staring to come at them and I finally get to learn without fear. My father and I wanted to check the school has found a building opposite the school is destroyed. There are envelopes full of food and cigarettes around the Pole until we learn that there are people living here. There was shelling, I feel gutted floors flooded with school I became a battlefield. This is normal, he said, but everything look chaotic and frightening, and soon. School bells, it increased again in August 1 for the first time, I'm happy to see all my old friends. We have many stories about diaspora, but mostly we have are with friends and family.The school at this time, ผ็ที่ is my classmate Malka-e-noor, rida, karishma, sundas. We also invest in the independence day, August 14, and the excitement.And assistance to foreign workers from a Christian group kidnapped while they returned to his original base and killed a very shocking Vice President has killed our country, there are a lot of crises and there is no real leader in the fight against them.
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