The reader Abeer Yousry writes: Donia

Citizen journalism

Good morning on Donia

All letters are Habbani

And my hatred

And Cheif joy in her tears

Idi stuck

And after the Sibani's stalemate

Put on my shoulders

The

Originally, it is to Jahrbani

Gnoti sings at dawn

It's night

Throw all my teeth

Tigini at a time when not his time

And the time of the grandfather Nsiani

Hours you hear me

I'm silent

I speak to her, do what I hear

The uniqueness of her lips

My heart is captivated by its beauty

Nearest …. be Mafraqi

And I say Mabdalha

And scrabble on my picture

They are formal

And laugh for what I set

And I doubt it, and this is my heart

Strange for her cruelty

At a time when Muslhani

Oh, Dunya, or I will give you my life

And all that he cried

Beetlon Blun Tani

I say, understand

I say save you

I say at the end of the saying

Khadani

I understand the game is late

No chance

We are back .