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This narrative poem is based on famous Sufi tales about amazing acts of sacrifice and journeys on the way to Hajj.
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When I was fresh, new, suckling babe
My mother’s poor spirit flew away
And my father died of a deep malaise
My life was shaping for a terrible fate
But by a stroke of eternal grace
I was taken in by a travelling maid
Nourished with her milk, settled by her face
I remember her clear soothing refrains:
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