You only have one soul,
From it is produced many souls;
One can be woman,
Another can be man,
But inside the womb are people
Who are far too young
To see and deplore.
Allah sees everything in our bodies,
We disperse too fondly,
We cure each other after wars.
You have to use your soul
And that creates controversies.
Many show a simplicity,
To be proud of.
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