My mother’s voice sounds like
birds singing in the morning.
When she is angry her voice
sounds like a loud speaker.
When my mum is crying her voice
sounds like the rain over
the mountains of Kuwait.
[Writing] The Mountains of Kuwait by Areff Al Esaimi
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