Wars destroy, no they destroyed, memories, people & all what is created in the best calendar... When man cannot find peace, then either is he shot or dead out of hunger. When you think of seeking refugee to one of the neighboring Arabian countries, you will be surprised when you find out that the ruler is in collusion with your country's dictator. When death is more merciful because, you will be in Hands of God not man. You see many tragic scenes becoming now familiar: Mother begging bread to feed her children, you see shameful & shocking attitudes from the rich Arabs who take advantage of her. They only think of satisfying their instincts that controls them all the time then they speak by the name of God. Some of the refugees in the camps found a rotten breadcrumb, its color was Dark Green, and Hunger does not differentiate between hot fresh bread and that covered by rottenness to go down in a stomach that was not fed for days. Some people may aid her; the roads could hug her where she lays her head down on the sidewalk, holding her children tight to protect them from coldness... This is the refugee definition in the Middle East countries, although our religion is complete but the deficiency is in us. His name was Adnan a Lieutenant & Air Coach in Aleppo's Air Force University. Married, has a son & two daughters. The boy is 11 years old, the eldest daughter 15 years & the younger is one year & six month old. His folks lives in Daraa, & he lived in (Al Hajjar Al-Aswad) along with his family He got promoted one month before his marriage from Major to Lieutenant Pilot & was transferred to the Military Air Force University to work as (Day Night Air Coach) But, after his wedding his happiness did not last long. The happy occasion was disturbed a few days after his wedding by his arrest as if he was a criminal or committed a terrible political crime. His eyes were covered with black tight cloth, handcuffed his hands & lead him to a dungeon in a prison built for politicians. He can only hear the prisoners who were tearing the horizon of darkness by their screams penetrated the nightshade. The sound of screams rises with the parks of the dogs to the sky filled with the cold winter clouds. He heard screams of another type, screams of men being tortured whose fingers were taken off & whip ripped their bodies. Their screams torn the place apart. Before taking him to prison they took off his military suite... it was rankles. So, the jailor thought Adnan was a regular solider, especially no information was ever told about his job or the reason of his arrest. He was in solitary dungeon for a long time no one knew his crime. Whenever he tries to sleep he was panicked from the weeps & the scream sounds. Beyond the iron cages the prisoners lived in incomparable horror movies. Brutal torture & no one has the authority to stop the arrogance & abuse used, they did not touch Adnan as if they brought him to discipline him from something he made.