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-it  was  a  small  compact  library  in which  nabal used to spend  time  when he  found  himself  in any  problem, there  on the  single  cot  was  a  poetry  book  by  his  favourite  poet  that  he  could not  get, this  was   nice  he  began  to  flip  the  pages,  a  stylish  s  was   written  on it  with  a  couplet, he  called  sadaf  and  demanded  to  know  what  and  how  it  happened  to  be  there, , sadaf  explained  she  had  known  since  they  got  married  that  he  liked  poetry  , interested  in it  she  had  got  it  for  him, the  matter  was  over