Er Rueis

In a village called Al-Ruways, the children would play. On a rocky hill, they built their homes, With laughter and joy, they filled the domes. A place of beauty, where dreams could take shape. With fields of green and skies so blue, The people of Al-Ruways, their hearts were true. Families and friends, living in harmony. But alas, the war came, with its chaos and strife, And Al-Ruways fell, losing its life. The people were forced to leave, their homes fractured. With heavy hearts, they bid their farewell, Leaving behind memories, they cherished so well. A tale to be told, a nursery rhyme. Let us remember the village that once stood, And honor its people, as we know we should. Random page: BT-96