Foreword
O Aabeey, thorned guardian of the dry earth,
You bloom where fire cracks the ground,
You thrive where rain forgets to fall.
So too did our mothers stand
So too did our ancestors walk
O mothers of mine,
who replaced the pause between
my breaths with their own
your strength is my ink,
Your wisdom, the rhythm of my tongue.
From your sacrifice, we learned to stand,
From your silence, we carved our names.
And now, Zara, my love , my rose,
Take this story as a shield and a song.
For you are the bloom of those who never faded.
xoxo
Until your shadow meets mine again—
Simxn
Author, Crown of Thorns: Desert Rose • Editor, The Alchemxst
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