وَإِذَا ضَاقَ إِنَائِي بِنُمُوِّي يَتَحَطَّمُ
أَنَا مِنْ طِينِ السَّمَاءِ، وَلَسْتُ بِمَاءٍ
وَضَعُونِي فِي إِنَاءٍ، ثُمَّ قَالُوا لِيَ: تَأَقْلَمْ
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Story by dexpliore
- أَـلاَّمُنتَمِي .
A fugitive, even from himself Do you
really think he's coming to you?
