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A midnight dream brought me lightning and mystic horses of cavalry.
This is in the ceiling of the sky, the clouds and the shadows.
And in mountain heights and angles of deviation and inclination.
The angels narrated to me the stories about the Bedouin custom of drinking coffee with ginger and cardamom.
And about the standards of life during the day and night.
The dream concluded with the victory of the resistance in a time of injustice and woe.

 

 

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