Arrr, Syria be shakin' like a landlubber on a stormy sea 'cause Assad's dark deeds be spillin' out, ha-ha!
2024-12-16
Arrr, at the grimy hole they call a prison, the Syrians be facin' their worst nightmares! They be frettin' like scallywags over their kin who vanished like a ship in a fog. Aye, will they ever learn what fate befell their dear mates? The sea be a kinder mistress!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round ye hearties, fer I have a tale from the cursed shores of a land where the winds be filled with sorrow, an’ the shadows hold secrets darker than a kraken’s belly. In a prison, notorious as Davy Jones' locker, the brave souls from Syria be facin’ fears that make even the fiercest of pirates shiver in their boots! Aye, they be ponderin’ the cruel fate of their kin, who’ve vanished like a treasure map lost to the sea.