The 37th Tale:
Jamil Al-Hassani ...The Tragedy Panel!
With his little fingers, he draws clouds and trees on the windshield of the car. He jumps out of his chair in a hurry to reach with joy. He opens the window glass, waving to cars and smiling feet. He breathes deeply the smell of fel and liar carried by the wind from farms and orchards on both sides of the road. He points his fingers at things on the The road, and his eyes widen with amazement when his father answers him about their names.
The father of the child Jamil from the district of Bagel - Hodeidah , used to take his wife and children on a family outing every Friday , he did not know that this outing for the happy family would turn into a tragedy.
At the moment everything happened, the sound of bullets ... a beautiful cry... blood filling the seats and windshields of the car ... and beautiful fingers missing !
The Houthi bullet did not need more than a moment to amputate Jamil's fingers, and turn the picnic into difficult moments in front of the operating room, and the smell of blood and crime covered the smell of jasmine and liar, which became the color of blood !
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