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Xalid nodded, picking up a rhythmic beat on the wooden table with his palms. "That is why we sing, my brother. To tell them to stop. To tell them to breathe."

As the song took shape, the atmosphere in the cafe shifted. The weary travelers at the next table stopped talking. The waiter slowed his pace. The music became a bridge between the hustle of life and the peace of the present. Xalid nodded, picking up a rhythmic beat on

"The world moves too fast, Xalid," Cebrayil said, stirring his tea. "Everyone is rushing to a destination they haven't even pictured yet." " Cebrayil said