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Only my soul rested the same, and I knew much suffering and solitude.
Some wise beggars spoke about an impossible love, the Christian attitude…
So, I learned to love Father, friends and enemies with the same stony heart.
In other times, I was the prophet reciting the Psalms… a kind of forgotten art.
I wandered, I looked for a secret Paradise and I hunted the golden beast
From the oasis in Salah to the center of the desert and in the farthest east
From the land of Allah to the faith of the good peace-maker
Far away from the milky mist, at the other side of Ataker,
Called Asekrem -the side of the world, forgotten by Lord.
Waves of light stopped the djins to find the saint war`s sword
In the oasis Tamanrand in Salah we may meet the old ambition
Trading ivory, gold and slaves of Allah is the known tradition.
Many men turned in statues of thirsty and salt white.
I decided to remain at Tamanranet , prisoner of the good night.
I read Psalm One and Sura 103 on the given Time...
I thought a lot to find for them the proper rhyme.
Sura 2:286, “Allah does not charge a soul with more than it can bear “
Again Psalm One and Sura 103: Al `Asr -Time for hope and tear…
I wanted to go to the side of the earth, to the saddest side of the world!
I wanted to ask God to forgive me because…also, I forgive you, my Lord…