Palm big house

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The palm tree in my memory is not just a tree, but a story of life. On a clear evening and the stars gathered between the palm branches, my father said while we were sitting near the trunk of the palm tree in the yard of the house that he inherited from his father and his father inherited from his grandfather:

The age of this palm tree is from the age of the house. My aunt Amina planted it with her own hands , and I do not remember Amina except when I mention her palm tree .

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