God does not throw dice

The days passed as heavy like years, he still hates riding and elaborating and feeling dizzy, even after the great events that he went through and skipped all of them, and his distant and close memories, good and bitter, his nostalgia mixed with tension to finally return to his country, after a journey that lasted for more than thirty years.
The roundabout resisted the memories of the departure from his country to the forests of Ajam .. crossed from the Zagros Mountains to Kirkuk, he lived in the harassment of remote forests, eating locusts and foliage, and almost drank his urine from the intensity of thirst. There in the heart of Europe, he washed in the Danube, and met people who spoke in tongues that he did not know, and remained with them until he mastered it. The Ottoman Empire, from the boundaries of the Safavids east to the gates of Vienna in the west, and accompanied "Perbross Khair al -Din Pasha", challenging the waves of the Roman Sea to the west, through the coast of Marseille and Nice in southern France and even the island of Maltah. Since he is a natural person like others, his journey was not without love, war and pain .. And while many of him failed, he never let him down.