Poem 1

Glory and honour were healed when you were healed, and your pain passed on to your enemies. Light, that had left the sun, as if it was sick in its body, came back to it. By race, the Arabs are supreme in the world, but a foreigner will take part with the Arabs of good heart.
- Al Mutanabbi

An excerpt from the greatest poet who ever lived.

Salaam,
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