Embark on a journey that reflects upon fragment memories of a distant homeland, and those that were left behind forever. Reflect upon the essence of a mother, wrapped in the scent of jasmine and faded in a prayer rug. Listen to the sound of an exhausted sewing machine that hums a never-ending lullaby of childhood, nostalgia and memory.
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