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			<title>They</title>
			<description>I was looking at the street outside through the window pane,When I felt a cold hand over my shoulders,I was terrified, frightened and dillusioned. </description>
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			<title>I Dream Of Freedom</title>
			<description>When the gushing wind hits the shore, I dream of freedom.My legs are tied and hands are handcuffed but I still dream of freedom.The moon shines bright and the valley stands high, so I dream of freedom.My heart slows down, my eyes close but I still dream of freedom.My family has been ..</description>
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			<title>The Al Aqsa attack</title>
			<description>I saw the storm clouds gathering. I witnessed the sun slowly hiding itself amidst the dark,malevolent clouds. The nature made me think of an unprecedented calamity to occur.Walking along the dusty road in East Jerusalem, I saw our wonderful mosque. &quot;It is getting cloudy&quot;, said brother Ismail..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/md_imran_ali/2127383/</link>
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			<title>THE DEAD WORLD</title>
			<description>There he stood with a lost look.&quot;Where am I?&quot;he asked himself.He looked around and saw that the whole region was barren. He could not hear the beatles singing, nor the birds chirping. The land had cracks on its surface. He looked at the sky. The moon was bloody red.He got off from the machin..</description>
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			<title>THE MACHINE</title>
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