It was not for long.

While I remained unaging, she was dying.

One by one as her petals fell, I tended to her, sung for her…but it was no use. Allah’s will was set.

O Lord, why must I be cursed?

Kill me,

bury me,

turn my feathers, into petals, into dust.

Do not let her die without me.

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