Their Encounter With Fate
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The noise of a siren echoed in my ear,
The cries everywhere,
Covered with a white kaffan.
The heart-wrenching scene.
Taking her away.
No! No! No!
Drenched in sweat, I woke up from another nightmare which haunts me every night.
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