User:Professor dr mahir alrubayee/sandbox

<!-- EDIT BELOW THIS LINE On the pavement of childhood memories ...

Fate, however, refused to return back ..

To those sorrows dark ..

And to those dark skies. .

When the tears ..

And diverge crowds ..

He turned here and there.

To find myself alone and hungry on the table of dengue ..

I have no choice but to take up the cup of sorrow ..

The smell carefree ..

And that taste of bitter misery ..

I put it to a bunch of hope.!

And spin circle molar !..

And my heart pulsing with spin wrenching pain and sorrow ..

Spin those molar unfair to those years ..

And to those bygone events ..

Remembering the generation of the late sweethearts and friends ..

Hamid with .. all of his voice rose courtly Freedman Baracth and the beauty of nature and his company, and I support the important issue in moving the process of peaceful movements ...

Portal was Ali Radhi ageless and innocent romantic dreamer ....

Comrade and brother Imad His great hope ....

. Finally, but not least leader  nabile  who accompanied me... was a good friend of his great experience in life and I learned a lot from him ...

've Been missing ... and old Pena walks on sweet time ...

Generation deported with their departure sincere hearts ..

To replace it Baúqh hearts ..

Here I was left alone after peer ..

Cross-legged on the throne of sadness to see them less commendable job to me ...

Life is beautiful .. let's live the  life, my brother, age ... swaeet local love of brotherhood lovers in the fraternal friendship ..

Your brother Maher al-Rubayee