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Chapter 89 A Thousand Brilliant Suns

An Arabic proverb says: If there is a paradise on earth, Damascus must be in it; if paradise is in the sky, Damascus must be as famous as it. Palmyra, an ancient city located in the desert northeast of Damascus, was once known as the "Bride of the Syrian Desert".

Years of war have cast a layer of sadness over the bride's beautiful face, making her unable to look beautiful again.

As soon as the young man stepped into Damascus, he was greeted by the dry air.

"Hello to you, Damascus."

Syria is located in the "Land of the Rising Sun" in the eyes of Westerners. The desert swallows little moisture, visible heat slowly rises from the ground, and the unusually strong ultraviolet rays can smoothly pass through the clean air. The sun falls on

There will be burning pain on the skin. However, the high heat here is not only caused by the sun.

The mountains are the bones of this place, the mineral resources are the heart and soul of this place, and they are also the chasm of peace.

Compared with the capital, the scene in other Syrian cities is even more chaotic. U.S. soldiers and private security companies and other contractors are running rampant here, not counting their own damage. Over the years, the Fertile Crescent that once gave birth to an ancient and prosperous civilization has been scarred and devastated.

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Oil is a good thing.

The young man is wearing a flight jacket and sunglasses, and his capital allows him to walk sideways in this land full of American soldiers. Apart from oil, he may be the most popular one.

This oil field controlled by the US military is in the hinterland of the desert, surrounded by scattered small towns. The local residents, who are full of hatred and fear of the invaders, have become accustomed to rebuilding their homes on the ruins in a few years, and then taking over the ruins. It is like they accept

Those foreigners stole oil from their land and left a trail of blood and tears as part of their lives.

The first thing to be rebuilt was the mosque. Under Allah's riddled sky, people knelt down in the street, hoping for a distant peace.

The young man did not respect anyone or anything, even God, who is the most important thing to Italians. He grew up on an island surrounded by a cliff on three sides, where there were countless churches. When he was young, he prayed to God devoutly countless times.

He has the same appearance as others. It would be fine if he was just an indifferent person, but he is the godfather's son, a bastard who has tarnished the family.

Young people grow up in a privileged environment and loneliness, while Syrian children grow up in a secluded and dangerous environment. In the world they are familiar with, there are planes that fly by like a flock of birds and drop missiles. These children have a hopeful future.

With a smile on his face, he squeezed towards this gentle foreigner.

The locals regarded the young man as just another white man looking for excitement. He claimed that he was a graduate who had traveled around the world and was alone because his partner had just broken up with him. However, he was not attracted to the desert itself.

The young man gave the chocolate he had brought with him to a timid little guy.

"Sweet!" The child opened his clear eyes, and a smile appeared on his dusty cheeks. "Can I take this home for my sister to eat?" The child is used to the harm this world brings, and this is his

It was the first time he tasted the sweetness of life. His sister had not tasted it yet. For the world, the war in Syria only started a few short years ago, but this is the whole life of a child.

After listening to the translator, the young man was at a loss. He came to bite another piece of meat from the numerous bones of this country, because he wanted to prove his loyalty to the family. Of course he can provoke another war, he is

To do business.

The old man selling fabrics kindly warned this sweet foreigner that he must be vigilant at all times, because the only eternal things here are war and chaos. The old man regarded the young man as another white man who did not know the heights of the sky and came to adventure in the unknown world. He did not know

Yes, youth brings much more than chocolate.

The young man thanked him, paid more US dollars than the unit price, and got a distinctive square scarf to wrap around his neck.

The maze-like Grand Bazaar is a good place for transactions, and people are always happy to pay for necessities. The young man has something that can last forever. This will bring considerable wealth to his family, and will also last for a long time in the future.

Children in time don’t know what calm is. After all, chaos brings the best chance of winning.

When the explosion sounded, the young man was still thinking about how to use mediation to get the buyer to avoid residential areas when using the weapon.

The child who had just received the chocolate emerged from nowhere in the maze and tugged at the corner of his clothes. Apparently he knew better what was going on. The young man crouched and followed the boy into a small aisle on the side.

"He was saying: 'It's just a bomb, lie down and hold your head, it will be over soon'. Just like this." A middle-aged mercenary wearing a body armor squatted next to him and made a head-holding gesture:

"This kind of thing happens all the time. Didn't you see those bullet holes?"

The young man guarded the boy behind him vigilantly. The American mercenary winked at him. "I guess you are the one who came to deliver the 'package'? No wonder they are not afraid that you will not be able to come back."

"Is it you?" The young man ignored the other meaning of his words and angrily condemned: "These are all civilians here, and there are children!"

The man pretended to be surprised. "Thank you to your family, otherwise we wouldn't have enough equipment to go to the market to waste. Wait, if it weren't for you, the rebels wouldn't be able to fight back."

But was it weapons that started the war? The young man couldn't answer, and looked around dejectedly. When he caught the child's gaze, his young face quickly dropped, showing some remorse and helplessness.

"What are you thinking about, kind-hearted young mafia master?" The mercenary, now that the young man knew his name was Chris, and the two of them still had a deal to make, said calmly: "He grew up in the flames of war.

Yes, I am naturally familiar with these. People who are hungry are more able to endure pain. Poverty is a luxury here."

Compared with them, the American soldiers who love fighting the most are even less accustomed to war and suffering.

Mercenary Chris is a retired member of the Navy SEALs. People who are accustomed to war are unwilling to be restrained by the civilized world. He just came down from the unjust battlefield and joined a mercenary group. Or called a Middle East military mission contractor.

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When the indiscriminate attack came to an end, the young man followed the child to a simple shelter. The inexplicable mercenary was not allowed to enter the house. The boy's name was "Adish", which means "

"Fire". At night, the silent man put down the heavy tapestry and told stories to his children and guests from a foreign land. Without an interpreter, of course the young man could not understand what the man was saying, but he could understand the look in his eyes.

. Those eyes that are accustomed to seeing the joys and sorrows of life and death reveal a firm belief: I will definitely persevere, and a normal life will not be just a fantasy for our children.

Most of the people on both sides of the war were surprisingly young.

The most terrifying thing about war is not the killing, but the killing of benevolence. It is too easy to kill someone here. If it were not for the special status of the young man, he might have died long ago. Living with death is another kind of experience. After seeing the soldiers under the flames of war for many years,

After seeing how indifferent and cruel ordinary people can become, the young man can no longer continue to negotiate that business. Some of those left in this land are soldiers for the motherland, some are for believers of faith, and some are for oil.

Some of the soldiers are desperadoes who work for money. Those who work for the country and their families have light in their eyes. They are not afraid or afraid of death. They fall on the road to protect.

The young man himself is a passionate and self-centered person. The sunshine of the Mediterranean has created his nature that is incompatible with the rules. The strong protection brought by his assets has also allowed him to maintain his unfading innocence and beauty for a long time. This goodwill is only a stumbling block in the face of interests. Youth

The same was true in front of the "family" people. What's more, besides this frame-up, he was also involved in something more dangerous than the arms deal.

After deciding to interrupt the deal, the young man was hunted and fled in various places in Syria. During this period, he also became familiar with the mercenary Chris. He was an unwilling abandonment. Once they fled to a mountain village in the northwest, disguised as a battlefield

Reporter: There is a local girl who is getting married.

Syrian children her age knew nothing but war.

"She is younger than my daughter. My little pumpkin is preparing to take the college entrance examination. She is already married," Chris said. "But her family has no other choice. In the war, survival is more important."

The young man watched silently. The groom was good enough to be the girl's father. But in the war, there was no such thing as suitable for a newlywed bride.

Of course, the mercenary named Chris did not make it out of the desert. He died in another explosion. It was noon, and the flames of war raised by the successive explosions covered the sky and there was no light. He was about to leave from the desert before his death.

He took out his daughter's photo from his pocket and showed it to the young man, saying that after doing this, he would be able to pay for his daughter's college tuition. As a father, he had been absent for too long, and it was too late to do anything else.

"My last customer lost something and I helped him find it, but he gave me this." Chris lay on the rubble, choking on a few mouthfuls of ashes caused by the bombing. His whole body was penetrated by rubble.

, the whole person is like a leaky sponge. "That thing will bring endless wealth and endless curse. I am not a good person, but I know they can't get it. Go to the Grand Bazaar, you know where to find it

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The young man knelt on the ruins. He had not groomed himself for several days, and his chin had grown jagged stubble. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. But it was a crime to use aftershave when shaving in a desert full of struggle.

"My little pumpkin said that her father is a hero." Chris's dilated pupils stared at the sun blocked by the dust. He turned his eyes sideways and looked at the young man. "Is he?"

The young man put on his sunglasses. He had to leave. When he comes next time, he will not bring weapons or arms orders. Maybe he will bring some toys. He can also help the people here resettle their homes. Before that,

He still has a father and a heroic mission to fulfill. This has nothing to do with the young man. Even if he hadn't come, Chris wouldn't have survived. But the young man shouldered this life and the responsibility that he was unable to bear.

In the Grand Bazaar that was almost razed to the ground, the young man suddenly realized that he had never chosen his fate. Every time, fate found him. The mercenary who stole the information stole a piece of ore that could knock on the door of the treasure house. Let

The mercenary Chris was hunted down by a piece of sunshine soaked in blood.

In this world, whoever has more chips and stronger fists will have his words listened to.

It’s not that the country whose heart and lungs were ripped out doesn’t feel pain, but the roar and cry cannot be heard. Syria has no way to prove its innocence because of its richness, beauty and weakness. Her people are speechless, and her ruins are speechless.

If she doesn't say anything, she may not be able to say anything about her future.

But the flame will keep burning.

The national flag torn apart by the war fluttered in the wind. Roses bloomed on the devastation.

The mottled walls of the ancient city are full of hope and prosperity. The gods unfolded the scrolls of the past, overlooking the ruins of reality, this ancient battlefield. On the collapsed steps of the Temple of Barshamin, the young man looked through [

Eyes of Eternity], look at the glimmer of light in this suffering land. It is gold everywhere, the sunlight reflected by the barrel, and hope. It is something that countless people may never see again, that is about to fall and rise.

, a thousand brilliant suns.

"A Thousand Splendid Suns" is an Arabic poem that describes the beautiful scenery of Kabul, Afghanistan. The original setting was that Arno went to Afghanistan and obtained the "Eternal Eye", but what was going on there was far sadder than what I could spy or even imagine.

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Attached here is part of [A Thousand Splendid Suns]

[Kirz chose to go to heaven via Kabul

Her majestic peaks brought him closer to Allah

A divine dragon sits on her towering city wall

Every city brick is more valuable than the treasures of a city.

Every street in Kabul is eye-catching

Business travelers from Egypt passed through the streets and markets here

No one can count how many bright moons have hung on her eaves.

I can’t even count the thousand splendid suns outside her courtyard wall]

(End of chapter)