He took in a premeditated breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled into the nye at his lips, playing a new tune.It was not the sad music of waiting. Norwas it a melody of his heritage. It was a call to the earth. To Allah. Tothe country within him.
-Susan Abulhawa
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