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			<title>Suffering...</title>
			<description>I couldn't sleep one morning and had to write this.</description>
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			<title>The Tyrant</title>
			<description>The people of Palestine are being killed everyday while the media refuses to tell about it which bothered me. The leader of Israel continues to cause grief and hide its tracks. </description>
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			<title>Whatever...</title>
			<description>It's just a whatever thought that I just typed out. I'm curious to know what you guys think about it. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: My name is Soraya. </title>
			<description>	Sanaa,the city where the predictable happens in repetitive ways. The city planted inthe Middle East, the center of Yemen. The city that carries great pain andpoverty. The city of great gossip and rumors. The city that carries my home. Myname is Soraya Alhamzi. I am born and raised in this b..</description>
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			<title>Predictable behind the Niqab. </title>
			<description>A story about a young girl who's forced to live her life in a predictable way behind the niqab until she meets a boy that changes everything. (Niqab is a veil used by Middle Eastern Yemeni women).</description>
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			<title>Devil In me. </title>
			<description>During Ramadan, I can't help but realize what came over me. I haven't prayed like how a Muslim should be praying. I wrote this poem out of resentment. </description>
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			<title>Cut hearts</title>
			<description>My best way to lay out emotions into words. </description>
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			<title>Allah</title>
			<description>Allah is our creator. Remember that. </description>
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			<title>Stupid You </title>
			<description>A poem I wrote for many hearts that have been broken by whom they didn't expect and whom they love so much. </description>
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