Flying without wings

Flying without wings

 

I tried to fly to the sky without wings. So the pilgrim Naima grabbed me and pinned me down.

So I went to the sergeant complaining of the pilgrim Naima, and not flying to the wide sky.

But sergeant told me that the pilgrim Naima is blind, but she is active and refrains from flying.

After the ordeal, I forgave the blind Naima and tried to fly for the second time without the effect of the pilgrim Naima.

I broke the fast for a short distance, but the pilgrim Naima the blind, prohibited me from flying for the second time because of the martyrdom of her son. The commander of the battalion, nicknamed the martyr of the resistance forces.

In the end the attempt succeeded and I flew without wings.

Long live the resistance, long live the resistance, long live the resistance.

 

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