The weather was sweltering. Before the rain came, the sound of thunder was floating in the air like a lion's roar, as if complaining and deterring things that should not be bred in the city of Babylon. Accompanied by their sadness, fear, contradictions, and anger, some green buds were growing constantly like crazy from the gaps of the cement. In order to find what they desired, they had been telling the story of love and hate with their fragile life and resonating each other , trying hard to respond to the roar from the sky ...
——RADDAM RAS
