The least that can be said is that on a sunny spring day, the queues of people waiting in front of ballot boxes in cities, villages, and towns formed a glimmer of hope for the return of blood flow to the hardened arteries of democratic life, due to the long absence from specified constitutional deadlines, which caused the accumulation of fat due to stagnation in the available options, despite the portents of death for democratic life by "popular stroke" that these options carry. The longing of fingers for ink is like the longing of roots for water, and as much as the scene of dipping fingers in the ink of experience for new generations expressed joy, it was also a renewal of the covenant, and of their contract of belonging to the land in front of those who want to uproot them from it, so they rushed to defend their existence with the weapon of life, which no weapon can match in confronting an enemy that feeds on the doctrine of erasure, burning, and extermination that it practices as worship, according to fabricated biblical narratives. The river of freedom cannot dry up, and perhaps the success of the electoral process will stimulate the expansion of the range by going to legislative and presidential elections, for with food, appetite opens, as our mothers say. On the same path, "Fatah" will go in a few days to renew its structures in its eighth conference, which has become an existential necessity for the pioneering movement, which if it complains, all other members will rush to it with sleeplessness and fever. By sterilizing the tools, we raise the degree of national immunity, and improve the level of performance in the face of great dangers and challenges... for the ballot box is like an antidote to all diseases, and a pathway for any blockage in the arteries of life, and a source of hope in the face of the horizon closing with pillars of fire and clouds of smoke.
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Migration Season to the Elections!