Arrr! Syrian Christians be in a pickle, trustin’ rebels who swear on their parrot’s beak while ol' Assad's ship sinks!
2024-12-09
Arrr, matey! In the land o’ Syria, where the goodly Christians first be called, threats be loom’n like a stormy sea! The rebel scallywags swear to guard their booty, but can ye trust a rogue? Those ancient churches be standin' firm, weatherin' the tempests o’ time! Avast, what a jest!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I regale ye with a tale from the tempest-tossed shores of Syria, where ancient Christian folk be fretting like scallywags with a belly full o’ rum! Aye, in this land of shifting sands and fanatical factions, the winds of change be blowin’ fierce, and not all be merry for the goodly Christians.