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Sep 2015
Death like a serpent ready to hiss glares from the glass door of the hospital room asking God his permission to enter and destroy.

Mercy points to the waiting room where several hands have joined in prayer and heads of a few are bowed in prostration and tears from nearly everyone are wetting clothes creased from an overnight stay.

God says wait. And he lets Mercy push Death behind--until next time.
Dedicated to my taye-abba (uncle). He's in a critical condition. If you could keep him in prayers, that would be great.
Maria Imran
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Maria Imran  22/F
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