nadia abduljabbar (25/5/1957 / Makkah)
Beirut looks, to me, like
A beautiful young girl,
Full of life,
Full of mirth,
Who made no mistake,
Who can not be blamed,
For being created
Jealousy not love
Beirut since birth,
Yet all traps and tricks
To destroy innocent
And Beirut will be Beirut,
Until Dooms Day.
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