Phoenix

 

 

Hostility and ill-treatment created an indomitable genie.

 

 

 

A mighty genie that is impossible to subdue or defeat.

 

 

 

 A wounded genie who was buried under the wreckage of injustice. 

 

 

 

Beneath the ancient ruins of devastation and destruction, the wounded genie is still roaring wildly.

 

 

 

Still roaring like a great thunder whose cry cuts through the silence of the dreary nights.

 

 

 

A roaring thunder that sends a terrifying tremor around the four corners of the earth.

 

 

 

A fierce earthquake declares that the inflamed soul cannot be buried under the heaps of oppression and pain for long.

 

 

 

The piles of pain and oppression could only erect a towering mountain.

 

 

 

The piles of pain could only set up a majestic mountain.

 

 

 

A stately mountain that casts a contemptuous look at the surrounding oppressive hatred.

 

 

 

No one can deny that the heart of the mountain is still burning with old aches and pains.

 

 

 

However, the high mountain is still a formidable defiant challenge.

 

 

 

A formidable challenge throughout the ages, because the fire of hatred could only recast iron into a stronger form.

 

 

 

But when the mountain collapses due to earthquakes, tribulations, or great disasters,

 

 

 

The buried genie will be released, spreading its wings wide over the horizon like a giant phoenix.

 

 

 

A giant phoenix, the fire of hatred could only give it a new rebirth.

 

 

A rebirth like a giant glowing bird that announces the victory of the unwavering determination over the surrounding ocean of hatred.