"How I envy those of you who were there when my loved ones died. Did they die thirsty? Or were you merciful enough to give them a drink?"

Our doves are still here. Our carnations give fragrance.The sparrows sing their usual songs. Yet Abu Zuhair is nowhere to be found.

Beirut you took all I had. You took my last spark in life and my heart dies dead on your streets.
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