
The Bride With Dad & Mum

The Bride With Grandmas

With brother & sisters

My younger sister

Lotfi _ his wife_his daughter_ my sister
Ain Draham, a paradise tainted
I bear nobody a grudge
But just let your eyes judge…
Why should this area be a mesh
For the Kroumirs and a hush?
Splendor stained, joy flouted, freedom choked
Into a big burial ground Ain Draham was faked.
Beggars and tramps with the dirty cops patrol,
All atone to ruin space and the Kroumirs’ body and soul
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