My mother's lambs: I also loved those stories that my mother used to tell me. I loved to tell them to you and pass them on so that you can tell them to your children. These stories of my mother are in the local dialect and I conveyed them to you on her tongue as I heard them, so that they are closer to your hearts and to increase your loyalty and love for the Emirati dialect and to instill in your souls the stories of our ancestors, as they are a different type of heritage stories known as (the sheep).
I wrote you with an alphabet of letters like a soul reciting with the calmness of its stillness
And with the noise of its radiance, and the trembling of its fear in your absence, and it is completed
Her look, the muteness of her words, and the melody of a bird flirting with space
And with an eagerness to meet, extending to no end..
