Born in a small village, amidst the dunes,
not during dawn or dusk but mid afternoon.

Progenitor’s countenance was delighted at a glance,
angels in heaven were rendering the radiant dance.

Stillborn made her mother’s womb a barren field,
seed sown bore fruition after commanding her to yield.

In true terms, since birth she was a survivor,
laden with entire kin’s load made her a coherent driver.
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