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"Think, in this battered caravanserai Whose doorways are alternate night and day, How sultan after sultan with his pomp Abode his hour or two, and went his way." Wrote the great Persian poet Omar Khayam. Perhaps he was contemplating how short our lives in this world are, and how this world is like a road where countless souls have appeared at one end and wandered off on this road into the horison at the other end, and so it has gone on and on and on...
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North Africa/Middle East
