بتير: منظر عام وتظهر الأوديه تغطيها الضباب

احلى بتير والله

When a cloud loves, it comes down, like a princess, from top of the palace to the threshold of the door. The cloud loved Battir village, and so reciprocally did Battir. Look, the cloud has landed softly settling down in Battir to play the “Sealed Tune Symphony” inch by inch with the sunrise and the chanting of the finch. At Battir, for cloud to come down is a pride, and never is it vanity to get off so high, for the cloud has taught us to raise our heads and look up into horizons where love, goodness and sense of honor.