Ainnbeen

It was expected great change in the beginning of your openings but you brought sorrows, cries agony; the same graving problems the Humanity is facing for decades Your sun routinely watched the pale faces of malnutrition children the red blood of innocents with burning smell of flesh Farewell 2009 Farewell.

The sun of December 8th 2009 was moving in west to hide itself There were smiles on the faces and rising hopes in hearts when it arose in the morning. Now those hopes, smiles transform into agony, loud crying tears and thick blood and scattered parts of dear ones. There is deep pain, so much great that can shaken the earth. One question arise in minds Who are killer of our dear ones In which hands we find blood of our dears.