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Islamabad, Pakistan

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Waseem A friendly word in the night Helps make the dark go away. Sweet, tender and softly-spoken He seems to know just what to say. My days now both start and end With words from a far-away friend. Our ways are different Our paths will never cross. But I know in my heart The day we part will be a loss. Pictures of far away places, a handsome, brown-eyed man, and of the people dear to him, visions of his native land Pakistan, catch my eye as they fill my screen, with wonder and beauty rarely seen. Our lives are different: He is young, I am old. But through the years and miles Our stories have been told. Waseem is a dear young stranger Who has found his way to m