Syria in my heart

I grew up in Damascus, the city of mysteries of the past. Behind the walls decoration of Damascus we can read the history of humanity. On every brick you can listen to the story of civilizations where they have been selected to be a beacon for the rest of people.

Damascus, the city of peace, is suffering from severe dictatorship. The brown face of Damascus may looks pale, but it is temporary. I beg you Damascus to recover your healthiness and regain the city of peace. Damascus, one day the sun was emerging from your site to the  all world, please regain your rank and show us how great are you!