When our lives are harried and speckled with moments of disappointments and what seem to be like unending lows and blows ..... then it is time to stop and smell/eat the roses. Or listen and soothe your senses with this.....aptly named "mon amie la rose"..... a song for my mom.....a song for me.
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Mon amie la rose has this arabesque lilts and gasps in Natacha Atlas. This bombshell calls herself the "human Gaza Strip". I would not post it here...too provocative, not in Ramadhan, eh! Francoise's version is the safer one.
