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Its not just ordinary and dull speech or a passing stage; its home, its the
land of dreams, the hotbed of distinguished people, the ornaments of
times, the warmness of pens, and nostalgia. Its a combination of truths
not illusions, its mother, father, brother, husband, son and other relatives.
Its like the sun in the shadows. Its the souls, minds and styptics beloved.
Its security, discipline, and peace. Its my love, life and peace.
This introduction may be different somehow from what is usual in
defining the home we know; its an expression of a fateful relation
between my life and my existence in this world and this land.
There, my love started with point Z Zayed; my love towards my father,
Zayed, because Im an Emirate is a part of a whole. I loved him in land,
history, culture. I loved his humanity, model, and mercy. I looked for
other reasons accentuating my love towards Zayed; I found them in every
smile beatifies faces, mercy bestows people, sacrifice expands bridges of
connection, embroider our heritage with emeralds that shine better than
the emeralds of seas, with a value more than boxes of money, even such
Dirhams multiplied like sands inside them.