In Abla's home is a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph. D.
I went to Abla’s home to search for a hero named Antara.
But I only saw walls, barriers, and a rainbow tilting in the sky above the village.
And I found Abla sleeping alone, on her left cheek.
Moreover I found the Arab tribes themselves in separation and conflict that the era was unable to resolve.
Then I realized that the time of Antara had passed forever.
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