On her deathbed, my sister told me so many people have no death beds. They just die.
She went on and said,
“Let me first tell you about my dream:
a man cries and calls out his friend,
‘What do I do, Cossack, when they leave the gun in my hand!’
‘I see you, Cossack’, his friend responds.
“I leave you with my dad’s last words:
‘شكلين ما بحكي:
أصبُّ جام غضبي
وأهبُ جام حبّي
"And I leave you with mine:
sometimes your emergency call
is your booty call.
How liberal are you?"