Al-Buraiqah, Al-Ghadeer, and the Refineries
Yemeni mp
Ahmed Saif Hashed
Aden, the quiet city of Al-Buraiqah, with its captivating Al-Ghadeer, rests in serene beauty. Just as the heavens send their revelations and messengers to humankind, the sun each morning sends her golden rays to kiss its sea and Al-Ghadeer. The calm blue surface shimmers with silver light that glitters before your eyes. From above, its depth appears pure and transparent, reflecting in its shallows and edges a charm that fills you with awe and wonder.
It never clouds your vision; instead, it enchants you with its brilliance—clear, fluid, and irresistibly beautiful. You see the ripples glimmer in its depths and along its borders, and you find yourself standing before beauty in its purest and most captivating form. It seizes your heart at first sight, and you fall for it completely, as a lover falls for a young and radiant maiden, with lucid eyes, transparent depths, and a soft, supple body that seems to glow with morning light.
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Aden is also the city of workers, unions, and refineries; the city of oil refining, of sweat turned into liquid fire, of tireless shifts and unceasing labor. Its blazing torches rise toward the sky from the mouths of refinery stacks that embrace the heavens with unending warmth and intimacy, like eternal lovers bound by a passion that never fades and never ends.
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