Oh, how lonely we’ve become!
Marching through empty streets
To the beat of a selfish drum.
We’ve cut the ties that bind us all
To heaven, to kin, to a strangers call
And now we fall, and now we fall
Like dying leaves
In an endless fall.
To read my story, click here: The Boy and His Sand Castle
Zakaria Amara 
Mashallah
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