Placeholder: [colour illustration by Yazan Halwani] In the heart of the night, a melody flows, Maryam sings softly, where the river glows. Ali's ballads rise like the sun's golden hue, Romance in his words, timeless and true. Omer's rhythms dance through the warm desert breeze, Stories of culture, carried with ease. Together they weave a rich, vibrant song, In the language of souls where we all belong. [colour illustration by Yazan Halwani] In the heart of the night, a melody flows, Maryam sings softly, where the river glows. Ali's ballads rise like the sun's golden hue, Romance in his words, timeless and true. Omer's rhythms dance through the warm desert breeze, Stories of culture, carried with ease. Together they weave a rich, vibrant song, In the language of souls where we all belong.

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[colour illustration by Yazan Halwani] In the heart of the night, a melody flows, Maryam sings softly, where the river glows. Ali's ballads rise like the sun's golden hue, Romance in his words, timeless and true. Omer's rhythms dance through the warm desert breeze, Stories of culture, carried with ease. Together they weave a rich, vibrant song, In the language of souls where we all belong.

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