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Sep 12
We will have to leave this earth,
As I am here let me prepare for my Hereafter,
Fill my luggage with good deeds,
Collect a passport of humanity,
And finally a visa of love.
And when the last drop of tear falls from my left eye,
I am at peace,
As the Angel of Death comes to take my soul without pain.
Ameen.
12/9/2024
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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