I love my hell

I enjoy breathing its fresh air, and flying my soul

above its streets' quietness.

I love to walk in its mountains and valleys

I like all the farmers who do there best to earn there living

In my hell many children don't watch TV, few of them study; and the others you can find them starving on some corner of the passive life.

They have no hope, and they don't know how to dream ..

I love my country

I love all of the mentioned terrorists; whom many of the western people afraid of, and I am afraid for.