She married me, in spite of the tribe; and she travelled with me, in spite of the tribe. She gave me
She married me, in spite of the tribe; and she travelled with me, in spite of the tribe. She gave me Zeynab and Omar, in spite of the tribe. [And] when I used to ask her, ‘Why she would take me?’ - like a child, against her chest… “Because you are my tribe.” - N. Qabbani -- source link
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