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#A poem for those who do not know me. I am writing on the fast. I am confident in the flower that has its sight. I asked for the mullah if it was filled with it. 2 Oh Zahraa... Oh Zahraa®®®®®® With books, I swear to God, I have not looked for anything. I mentioned Hussein. My heart is spoiled by pampering. He lived and was married. Whoever I remember smelled his perfume. Here I write on the fast, Zahraa... Oh Zahraa.