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Check out our February feature of folktales from the Qatari oral tradition.
from the October 2005 issue

The Pool

There were many stars
in the pool;
I asked my father
to take them out.

He transferred the water
drop by drop
and put them in my hands.

At dawn
I wanted to see if
he had really taken them out.

And it was true,
the only thing left in the pool
was the sky.

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