To the soul of the loving mother, Naifé Abou Hamad, mother of my dear friend, Dr. Bahia Abou Hamad:
Oh, Naifé...
I never complained of my sorrows
But one sorrow brought me to tears
I never knew your death was so painful
If it weren't for Bahia's grief, it would have consumed me
The fire of motherhood's death never dies
And tears have drained the very lifeblood
From my body
The sun of your daughter, oh God, has darkened
Tell the Creator of the universe to listen:
I, the loving one, will not forsake my daughter
I, the mother, remove my shroud
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