The Leader by Dr. Mustafa Mahmoud … “There was a time, uncle, when I was in Bedawi folding the heart thirsty and thirsty, the heart has no black water, the darkness of the night, uncle, has no smell, the light is easy, the darkness of the night, uncle. But the darkness of the heart.. Don’t cry for what’s gone, uncle. Don’t mourn the dead, uncle. Pity the living, for all are perishing and only the living remain alive. I regret it. O my heart!”
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