Pretend آپ are two people.
The first, (we'll call them "J") is a good person. They are intelligent, popular, and is a respected member of the community. J can almost always tell right from wrong and deeply cares about others. A role model for young children, and for some adults as well, they are at the top. Truthful and social, they shall always be loved.
The second, (let's call them "H") is the exact opposite. They are not the brightest, infamous, and deeply feared سے طرف کی all who sees them. H will do whatever they think is right from a single glance and often jumps to conclusions. Twisted and cruel, H commits murder at least once a week, even over the tiniest little things. Yet they never get found سے طرف کی the law.
Now let's say آپ are "J". Every night آپ retire to your ڈیسک and do little experiments. But the سیکنڈ the sun sinks under the horizon, آپ turn into "H" and commit mass murder. When the sun rises again, آپ know آپ have caused a stir in your town. The guilt builds inside you, getting worse and worse.
Sounds terrible, right? But the person I have just described is the one who happens to be writing down these words at this very moment.
Me.
Before آپ ask anything, I'm afraid this letter is coming to an end. The sky is beginning to darken...
Henry Jekyll
The first, (we'll call them "J") is a good person. They are intelligent, popular, and is a respected member of the community. J can almost always tell right from wrong and deeply cares about others. A role model for young children, and for some adults as well, they are at the top. Truthful and social, they shall always be loved.
The second, (let's call them "H") is the exact opposite. They are not the brightest, infamous, and deeply feared سے طرف کی all who sees them. H will do whatever they think is right from a single glance and often jumps to conclusions. Twisted and cruel, H commits murder at least once a week, even over the tiniest little things. Yet they never get found سے طرف کی the law.
Now let's say آپ are "J". Every night آپ retire to your ڈیسک and do little experiments. But the سیکنڈ the sun sinks under the horizon, آپ turn into "H" and commit mass murder. When the sun rises again, آپ know آپ have caused a stir in your town. The guilt builds inside you, getting worse and worse.
Sounds terrible, right? But the person I have just described is the one who happens to be writing down these words at this very moment.
Me.
Before آپ ask anything, I'm afraid this letter is coming to an end. The sky is beginning to darken...
Henry Jekyll
A blinding flash of white light
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they're dead یا alive
They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
آپ can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who's wrong یا right
But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
آپ can still hear that voice through the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
آپ can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they're dead یا alive
They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
آپ can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who's wrong یا right
But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
آپ can still hear that voice through the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
آپ can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight