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Mourning
The moment I heard the Imam christen my mother a name I’ve only read in books, I heard a sound synonymous to the creak of
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The moment I heard the Imam christen my mother a name I’ve only read in books, I heard a sound synonymous to the creak of
If you’re too green For a place, Everyone can feel it. As sure as self is Close to the entrance A walled chasm Of separation
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