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مجال الخدمات الطبية والإسعاف: في الأونة الأخيرة ، كثيرا استعمال الطائرات ،وخاصة المروحيات من أجل تقديم الإسعافات للمحتاجين بأقصى سرعة ممكنة،ثم نقلهم إلى أقرب مركز طبي أو مستشفى لتلقي العلاج الكامل ،وقد ساعدت الطائرات في هذا المجال بشكل لا نظيرله،خاصة في الأوقات غير الاعتيادية ، أو في الأماكن التي يصعب وصول معدات الإسعاف الاعتيادية إليها.

Sky is full of beautiful kites To look at them is a beautiful sight Together they make a colourful sky Some are lower and some are high The highest of the kite is mine It will sparkle and it will shine. INDIAN FLAG I salute my flag, It makes me proud. I am an Indian, It says out loud. Three bright colours, Adorn my flag. Saffron, white and green, Make me glad. The Ashoka Chakra Blue on white, Spins for progress Flying so high. #india #flag #kites #delhi #festival #makarsankranti #pongal (at Delhi) https://www.instagram.com/p/BssNTK7jwQM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lbqntx6ftkq

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My lil brother starting his journey with his kite :v

Every year for All Saints Day, people from my family's town in Santiago Sacatepequez, Guatemala make kites to send messages to the dead.

Finished kite for All Saints Day (November 1st) in Santiago, Guatemala!

My Stupid Castle

And it looks like

This could be the end

Of this perfect palace

This new life

Was so sweet

With beginners luck

The fairy godmother magic

Could only hold out for so long

A kite flying

Then getting pulled back down

By the person who is flying it

At least

I didn’t get stuck

In a tree

My stupid castle

Was not built by a genius

It was built

By this peasant

Who was not destined to be a ruler

I now see myself once again

As not worthy

And I was silly to think I was

Depression

Is trying to kiss me

And sneak into my system

Through my chapped, chewed, cracked lips

I thought that we weren’t dating anymore, just friends

I can only keep

My dreams alive for so long

Before I become too worn down to maintain them

Being whipped

By disappointment

I can feel

Failure

Making its poisonous way back into my blood

I don’t know how to

Make myself clean again,

By sterilizing my depression

With

Hope