Years pass, streets widen, and around us rise towering buildings and skyscrapers. The population grows, and everything on this earth changes, except for the magic of the homeland and the deep-rooted love in our hearts. It does not change, diminish, or fragment; rather, it expands in our hearts and renews in our souls. The faith deep within us that this homeland has rights and duties remains, and no matter how many days we live, we remain faithful and devoted to it. When the opportunity arises to prove this, we do not hesitate to fulfill it, to make it proud of us and what we achieve for it. The 'flag' is not merely a piece of cloth with four colors that we raise above the flags to flutter over the rooftops of government buildings and homes, and that we carry on our shoulders.
