Showing posts with label symbol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label symbol. Show all posts

Friday, 1 January 2016

Aylan Kurdi’s relatives arrive in Canada to start all over again

Aylan Kurdi’s
Aylan Kurdi’s 
Montreal, AFP, 29 December 2015 - Relatives of Aylan Kurdi -- the toddler whose lifeless body was washed ashore on a Turkish beach and has become a heartbreaking symbol of the Syrian refugee crisis -- arrived Monday in Canada where they hope to rebuild their shattered lives.
Canadian media showed the boy’s aunt Tima Kurdi, who now lives in Vancouver after emigrating to Canada in 1992, in tears as she welcomed her brother Mohammed, his wife Ghousun and their three children, at the airport.
Tima Kurdi, from Canada, stands next to a painting of her late nephew, Aylan on a board outside of EU headquarters in Brussels
'Thank you to the Canadian people,' Kurdi said.
'Thank you to our Prime Minister (Justin) Trudeau for opening the door and showing the world how everyone should welcome refugees and save lives. Thank you very much for doing this.'
The refugee policy became a political issue some months back, when the Canadian government earlier was accused of refusing asylum to some members of the family who since drowned. Ottawa said it never received the applications.
Abdullah Kurdi, 40, father of Syrian boys Aylan, 3, and Galip, 5,
Trudeau’s Liberal government has pledged to resettle 25,000 Syrian refugees by the end of February.
The prime minister earlier this month personally welcomed the first group to arrive at the Toronto airport aboard a military transport plane.
Syrian refugees are greeted by Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau on their arrival from Beirut at the Toronto Pearson International Airport


Wednesday, 23 December 2015

A lion is never afraid of not

He is a symbol of courage and anger and courage

lion
lion
Do not give the enemy his niche
Hunter did not beg him of his rights
With front and jackals time a tap is not unity
Spicy vain Znjyrbaf old
Chains of bondage on hands milk
The milk is not tired
Its not broken
He closed
With the roar of hatred abandoned years
With tremendous power tillers explicit
The dark eyes looking bright
The linear depth Delaram
Soda revenge
Yes, for our wounded lion and arrogant familiar
The milk seems a small image of our land
With edges Khzrpvsh
The Alborz mountain range on the Rogue

Iran is the always Surge