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“And the voice rose little by little from among
the croaking of frogs,
the sound of cicadas,
and the buzzing of bees over orchid flowers,
and it repeated:
Do not forget your grandfather’s bed, my grandchildren.
Zayn, Rani, and Shu‘aa put their hands over their mouths to stifle their astonishment, and each one struck his little palm against his forehead:
How did we forget our grandfather Hamid’s bed?”
A spacious world of color and delight awaits you.
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