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ALT This is the strange piece that we call (bread), a mixture of rabbit, donkey, and pigeon feed. There is nothing good about it except that it solidifies the intestines. It is not capable of being stuffed or broken except by forceful pulling of the teeth. This is the thirtieth day in which I go out in the morning searching for flour, but I cannot find it. As I searched, Razan’s words ring in my ears: “Dad, God willing, today we will eat bread like the bread of the past,” and I feel emotional movements as she places her hands on her cheeks, saying: “Dad, when I hold the new bread that you are bringing me, I want to hide it so that it doesn’t run out.” As for Hayyan, it is enough for him to sit in the corner of the room and place his hand on his petrified stomach! O people of God, oh sons of Islam, oh sons of Arabism, we in the north do not find flour, we do not find rice, we do not find anything. Do not leave us and come to us until we find everything.