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In Tangier Where the sea meets the horizon boy was born His heart was wider From the walls of his city His name was Muhammad ibn Abdul Allah And the world will know him In the name of Ibn Battuta In the market The news was traveling. Before the caravans And every stranger He carries story with him From the end of the world Ibn Battuta was quiet young man Considerable. Little talk. But he was hearing At every step An appeal he doesn't understand yet Move aside Let's hear the man He saw country behind the desert Tell us about Egypt But about the Levant saw cities that do not sleep And markets extend like sea of people saw caravans crossing the desert And ships are wrestling with waves At that moment The market is no longer market It became an open road. To the unknown And every word from the traveler's mouth It was opening In the heart of Ibn Battuta new door All of this is there outside Tangier? Who wanted to see the greatness of God's creation Walk the earth. And who wanted to know himself he must leave what he knows. He didn't just hear story from stranger He was hearing the beginnig of his journey He returned among the people as he came But something inside him No longer the same. And how do leave? as didn't tell my father Tangier alleys knew his footsteps But he.. He started thinking in roads He did not step on yet. He returned home holding heavy silence He had water But his thirst wasn't body's thirst Father, father Speak, my son. Father, want to talk to you about something great. dad Since you've entered and noticed that your heart isn't here What's on your mind? dad heard man today telling people about countries, science and methods that never ends swear to God And the roads, Muhammad, do not take only the feet It takes the heart as well. Tell me honestly. Is this fleeting desire? or call You can't disobey.