Grieve Not For Neda

I, too, know what it is to have raised a daughter.
Neda's song was written over 50 years ago.

عى ندہ ندہ ندہ
والورد تفتح على خدها
إذا ماأعطوني اياكي
الجبال العالية بهدها
By Neda, Neda, Neda
And the Roses Blooming on her cheek
If they don't give you to me
I will raze the High Mountains

(laugh if you want, but not bad for 1st grade speller)

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