Little by little the room begins to empty out
my heart is filled with joy and yet so much doubt
of weather I truely wish to leave is land
for I have come to love it and for all it stands
for its people who skin is dark as oil
for its planes so rich on which they toil
for the friendships that I have come to form
in this small room now so empty and forlorn.
-Nawal Bakheit
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