قاعة شروق للاحتفالات - Al Khadra

Very good

Baths once Khrban and tired 2 bathrooms Crushed doors and a bad smell

??⭕? Sorry Santa Claus... Mr. Santa Claus greetings and after: I was young when I first heard of you, they told me that you enter homes through their chimneys carrying a bag of toys, so I wished with all my heart to meet you, and indeed I waited for you that night to land on me, even though our house has no chimney or chimney! I didn't even notice that the roof of the house is not enough for your cart and your deer to rest on! The important thing is that you did not come, so I thought that what prevented you from these logistical reasons that we do not have! So I told the teacher who told us about you how I spent the night staring at the ceiling She said to me: Santa only descends from the chimneys! And because I had a long tongue since my childhood, I told her: Houses with chimneys do not need more toys for their children! She looked at me in astonishment, then said: Write to Santa a letter, put it in your sock, and tell him about this note! So I decided to actually write to you, but I couldn't find a sock that didn't have a hole in me, so I gave up writing to you! On that night of pierced stockings, I asked my mother to buy me a gift, she is also a saint, but she is a real saint and not like you, she prays a lot, reads the Qur’an, and enters homes through their doors! She said to me: I will buy you a game in a week I asked her: Why after a week? She said: Because we are not like others I asked her: Who are the others, who have chimneys in their homes? And she said: No, the others are the ones who believe that Santa exists, and he comes down the chimneys I asked her: What about the cart and the deer? She smiled, and she told me about Gabriel coming to Mecca and taking Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace, on Al-Buraq to Bait Al-Maqdis. Fifty because we can't stand it! And from that day I believed in Al-Buraq and disbelieved in your deer! We are old enough, Santa, and we stop looking at the ceiling, because the only beautiful thing that will come down from the top is Jesus, peace be upon him! He will not come down from the chimney but from the sky, and he will not descend in our homes but at the white minaret in Damascus, and that on that day he will not carry a bag of toys but rather a spear with which to kill the Antichrist, over which there will be no time to play! We have grown old enough, Santa, to know that Christ, peace be upon him, is for us and not for you, or else we would descend in the Vatican or in St. Petersburg! We are old enough to know your deers don't fly, the only thing we see in our skies is the F-16s and Sukhois that cut our children to pieces. We have grown old enough to know that the Romans are the Romans, even if they have a European Union, and that the Persians are the Persians, even if they stop worshiping the fire! We have grown old enough to know that you are liars, because the child of Bethlehem does not accept the killing of the children of Gaza! Do not come to us, Santa Claus, for the Rafah crossing is closed, and our homes do not have chimneys, and there are no homes left in Ghouta at all, and the children in the refugee tents on the Syrian-Turkish border do not need toys but rather blankets so that the cold does not kill them, Omar died. Save the trouble of your journey, and do not tire your deer, we will not wait for you, we will tell our children about Gabriel and Al-Buraq, and about Jesus son of Mary carrying his spear, because the true saints do not distribute toys to children, but rather fight impostors so that children may live in peace.