The Audacity,In the Face of Pain,In the face of the Malak Al-Mawt,When Death wore all its Masks,Still led me to the same door, Death made Sense. In all its Shades,All times, every Second, Every Minute,The Days became unending, Even in the face of You God,Your Love,Your divinity, and the People you Bought me,These sweet Gifts of Mangoes,These […]