In that moment when a person is struggling to stay alive, angelic hands will reach the wounds and mend them with divine strength.Eyes open wide, one breath after the other, life slips away. He still wants to live. Hope gets spilled on the floor mixed with blood that gushes out of wounds. Seconds pass as if they where hours, heart beat after another, one breath after another, and here it is. Life left that body and he becomes a martyr. The lost Syrian humanity in a dead world.
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