“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
Monday, April 20, 2015
Qamra ...
She
looked at the tiny bundle of joy in her hands. She looked so fragile. She whispered
“Qamra” into her eyes. She was her moonlight in her darkness. She prayed Qamra
would be always glowing like a moon.
That's a beautiful name :-)
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