Yesterday, I wondered had happened to my father's newly acquired bird- the one he purchased from the farmer that tends to my mother's land in southern Gaza.
I feared the poor creature died of a heart attack. My father assured me was doing just fine- but that instead of chirping his usual tunes that hasaseen are famous for singing, he now utters nothing but "boom boom".
I feared the poor creature died of a heart attack. My father assured me was doing just fine- but that instead of chirping his usual tunes that hasaseen are famous for singing, he now utters nothing but "boom boom".
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