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تسجيلMy Mother
Feb 11, 2021 02:03 PM Feb 11, 2021 02:03 PM
She poured the last drops of water from her bucket on the basil. She slept close by. The moon went down and the sun rose. She still slept. Those who used to hear her voice every morning and drink coffee with her, missed hearing her voice. They called her name from their balconies and gardens. They missed hearing her voice. When they came to find her, they watched a drop of water fall slowly from her hand on to the basil. _______________ Translated by Anne Fairbairn
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