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The vibrant lights dancing against the night sky create an enchanting atmosphere, as if the city itself holds its own mythologies and stories. It’s as if the towering buildings and bustling streets whisper tales of hidden secrets and urban legends, waiting to be discovered by those who dare to venture into the city’s depths. The juxtaposition of the individual against the grandeur of the cityscape invites us to contemplate the interplay between human existence and the mythical narratives woven within the urban fabric. It’s a captivating portrayal of the urban mythologies that shape our collective imagination.

Many a time have I lulled you to sleep, my sweet Reem Cradling you in my arms, and singing lullabies But now as you lay in slumber, No number of kisses will get you to open your eyes, And the three years of heaven I spent with you Are halted by the bomb that dropped from the skies. I little understand the rules of this battle What danger the homeless and starving pose I can only see your beautiful hair hanging limply, Your cheeks are still warm, and pink like a rose, And I wish this embrace could last forever For I’ll never again get to hold you so close. The rubble has left dust on your face, my fairy Let me scrub it clean with salt and water You must look immaculate when you meet the angels Far away from the strikes and gruesome slaughter, And they will give you the fruits you craved every day; I could only bring tangerines to my beloved granddaughter. All these years we lived as refugees in our land And even the Al Nuseirat camp they could not spare Your earring is all I can keep on my shirt And the heart beneath it spirals in endless despair Ah! They took from me the soul of my soul May God hear this heartbroken grandpa’s prayer. My birthday was yours, and yours was mine But never again will the candle be lit Without those little fingers grabbing my hand; The cake that you devoured till the last bit Can’t appease my hunger; I only yearn That your giggles could fill the mind’s pit. Now your doll will be showered with my tearful kisses; But it’s not goodbye, Reem! Someday we will meet And in the next birth, be my hafida again I’ll see you off to college and walk you down the street May this world be a better place when you come back Where our dreams will flourish and hearts will beat.

I know you there and you hear me, This is for you, little angel I mean. Welcoming you to this world we dwell, A world that can make you ill and well. And you will have to be strong for it, Enough to overcome its anonymous heat. Welcome to your world, Where you will have to learn each word. The world where your ability is power, And your carelessness will gain you flowers. But with your mummy here all will be ok, Each day she will be part of your essay. Let me whisper a secret for you, Here each day you will enjoy the sky’s blue. Each morning you will enjoy the bird’s melody, Each minute you will see your care’s comedy. Each year you will have your birthday ceremony, And all this will be always in your memory. Hello, little mummy’s pride, I wish I would be with you there inside. Holding you before anyone else here, Because I’m waiting for your cry to be heard. Cry that will make your daddy happy, Cry that will save your mum from crappy. I would like to say it all but can’t finish, While the time keeps on diminishing. But I gonna place a comer here, And as soon you are out, more you will hear. Your good friends here, await and care for you, Soon each of them, your name will woo.

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After years of persecution,
They finally fled the city
To escape the retribution
Because things were no longer pretty.
The pagans took their belongings
That they left behind,
Breaking into their lodgings
To take whatever they could find.
A caravan set off next season,
Heading to Syria’s markets
For one sole reason:
To gain a profit regardless.
Now, the Muslims who had fled
Wanted to right the wrong against them,
So an operation was led
To take back what belonged to them.
But the pagans found out the plan
So they prepared for the fight.
Together marched all the clans
Through the desert, day and night.
The Muslims found that out and made a choice:
Caravan or Religion.
It was religion they chose
So they, too, marched out prepared to fight.
The two groups met at Mount Badr.
The pagans of Quraysh seemed stronger,
Though they were the ones to soon dread
To have remained there any longer.
The caravan had passed, safe and sound,
So a messenger was sent with the news
To tell Quraysh to turn around
But that wasn’t the way they wanted to choose.
1000 men, most of whom were skilled,
With plenty of assets for aid,
Quraysh thought none of them will be killed
By a Muslim sword’s very blade.
There were only 300 Muslims,
Many are not as strong or skilled as Quraysh
So their chances looked very, very slim,
Hence a win for them seemed like a ‘no way’.
During the battle, they remained firm,
Gave their all for their religion’s cause,
Allah sent them the help that they yearned for,
Opening for them victory’s door.
Angels were sent down to help fight
Against those who wanted to eliminate the truth,
Shining on the Muslims a bright light
So that their difficulty could be soothed.
They fought hard and fought well
Until Quraysh had to retreat
Because their pride and facade fell.
Like that the Muslims gained the victory.
Now, many, many years later,
The battle is still remembered
Of all the battles, this one’s greater
And is the only one mentioned
My name is in the Quran.