The worst exile is the one when you find yourself alone even with millions of people around you. Stop counting people in there; exile is exile. Pray God to return Home one day even if there are many problems in OUR countries.
C'est surtout les paroles que j'aime: Beau poème, hommage à l'amour sincère et unique. Un souvenir d'enfance avec ma famille, Béjaïa, la mer, les amis perdus...
A ma mère, qu'Allah lui accorde Son Vaste Paradis. Douce pensée à tous les Bougiotes. Farès
The worst exile is the one when you find yourself alone even with millions of people around you. Stop counting people in there; exile is exile. Pray God to return Home one day even if there are many problems in OUR countries.