Mr. President Barak Obama. Don’t Let me DownI am human been just like you
But I have never been treated as human, I always been treated as an adverse dirty Item
I spend my childhood and my youth in a hell of misery and terror
I am still there with millions and millions of poor Creatures living just like died bodies in the huge torment hole
This huge torment hole we call it our country
I in all my terrible life have never committed any crime
I have never hurt anyone
But I spend all my life under heavy punishments
I have never face any judge or jury
But I been jailed inside myself since I was child
I been jailed behind my mouth
I been jailed deep in my house.
I been jailed in every corner of my homeland
At the end I been jailed in a cell coffin size for years and years
I been jailed there because I am from devastated Middle East this is my only crime
In my country there are one man leading the top of every thing
He is the owner of my house and my tongue
He is the owner of my city and my ears
He is the owner of my country , everything in country is his properties . The Air The Soil The water The Trees , my eyes can see only what he wants me to see , I can hear only his words , I am allowed to think only about what he likes
Everything is on face of land
Everything is underground
All are his items
He is the owner of My past
My present
My future
My hopes
My Dreams
My words, my motions, my emotions
He is the owner of My Self My family
Even My Name, My children’s Names are He select it , he can change it to any names he likes
My country is his own Farm and all Creatures in this farm are his Slaves and Cattles
Slaves and Cattles Have No rights No hopes No immunity
They can never object or complain. They cannot even looking to their provosts with loiterer faces
The Lord of My country Imposed No punishment for any crime in his huge farm Except one crime
This Crime is. To think of objecting his orders
The Lord of My country has plenty of Rascals to serve him
They do everything by his word and his name
If one of them steals children from bosom of poor mother
If he sold them as human spare part he will never been convicted
If one of these Rascals killed my son and eats him I can never show this Rascal any sign of anger
I must force my wife to smile in his face and thank him for his deed or he will take the rest my children and we will
These Rascals are working day and night to collect every beam of hope. Every smile
Every enjoyment
Every utility
Every feeling of happiness
Every shine in the eyes of our people
They work day and night to collect every drop of rain falls on our land every grain of wheat grows in our soil every petal of every flower
They collect every breeze of scent Every sweet hiss every nice view
They chase Our honor Our faith Our sincerity Our self confidence
They chase Our mercy our kindness Our morals Our Identities our Ideas Our embryos youth Our attractiveness
They deliver their collections every moment to the palaces of their Lord and they wait patiently for his new orders and rewards
These connoisseur Rascals work as distributors simultaneously with their work as collectors by the orders of their Lord
They distribute Poverty Desperation Hatred Sorrow Terror Rottenness Atrociousness Filthiness Violence Chaos The Oppressing
They distribute all these things to everyone in my country they grown these Evil plants in every corner of our country
The Lord of my country has many Palaces , His collections are delivered to him every moment and redirected out of my country every moment
The Lord of my country is very religious
He believes in Day of Resurrection
He believes in heaven
He believes in hell
He urges us to do so
In purpose to convince us and prove our faith he makes our life a copy of hell
The heaven we dream to be in Is To Be anywhere out of our country. out of the real hell on earth
Mr. President Barak Obama
I am not asking you to invade my country and risk the life of your citizens
I am not asking you to fund or arm the guys are fighting to liberate me
I am asking you to do one thing only
Think of me as a human been - just like you- And PLEASE Never Ever call the tormentors how kidnapped me and my country{MR. PRESIDENT}
I will do the rest
A man just like you from
Middle East
