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My friend Ali has told this tale ;
Tak ..tek ..tak ..tek ……the sound of clock came from a distance . It was a good rhythm for my aunt’s song …Lool ….lool lovely son lool ..lool …..She was singing for her baby At mid night a famous traditional song . The baby became so calm as soon as he listened to mother’s song , and slept peacefully in her warm lap. I was older than her baby . Although I was often resisting sleeping to enjoy her singing , but many times , I slept before her baby .
We have grown up together . Both , he and I joined Army and involved in the war One day he has been killed and I injured .I wish if I were killed instead of him .
This incident has happened from a long time .
My aunt always asks me to take her to his grave . she sits rigged before his grave . .She bemoans her son by her same old song . …lool lool lovely son lool lool… Her lamenting voice is better than all kinds of music of the worlds .Her voice is so truthful just like her tears . Then I melt away in sight of her tears. I try tirelessly to prevent her from lamenting him , but she indicates me by her finger to be quiet and calm whispering me “keep the son sleep peacefully “ and I obey her , but I am no longer asleep when she sing as I did before . although I wish to sleep peacefully beside her son.
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