11:55 PM @nooh.xp I cannot describe what we experienced yesterday, my mind still refuses to comprehend that it was a real scene and I was there The place was full of body parts, the bodies of martyrs were everywhere We were screaming to look for anyone alive, then I saw this old woman sitting next to the body of her daughter, whose intestines had come out of her stomach. She was inserting her intestines into her stomach and saying, “They took out her intestines, here I am bringing them in, my child don’t be afraid.” She was putting her daughter’s intestines back into her stomach and reassuring her daughter that she’s next to her and she will return them to their place The scene is still in front of my eyes and will not go away How can I recover from these scenes? I do not know I don’t know how they see these massacres and go on with their lives and sleep as if nothing had happened Where is their conscience? where is their humanity? are their hearts made of stone?@nooh.xp لا استطيع وصف ما عشناه بالامس لا زال عقلي يرفض استيعاب انه كان مشهد حقيقي وقد كنت متواجد هناك كان المكان مليء بالاشلاء لقد كانت اجساد الشهداء في كل مكان كنا نصرخ لنبحث عن اي احد على قيد الحياة ثم رأيت هذه المرأة الكبيرة في العمر جالسة بجانب جسد ابنتها التي خرجت امعائها من بطنها وكانت تدخل امعائها الى بطنها وتقول قد خرجوا امعائها ها انا ادخلهم يا طفلتي لا تخافي كانت ترجع امعاء ابنتها الى بطنها وتطمئن ابنتها بانها بجانبها وسترجعهم الى مكانهم لا زال المشهد امام عيني ولا يذهب كيف لي ان اتعافى من هذه المشاهد لا اعلم لا اعلم كيف يرون هذه المجازر ويكملون حياتهم وينامون وكأن شيئاً لم يحصل اين ضميرهم اين انسانيتهم هل قلوبهم من حجارة؟💔