Echoes of prayer resonate,
Among the thick stone walls,
That fill up the halls,
Of the dark monastery,
Located in the heart of Turkey,
In Mardin, The ancient city,
Dar-uz-Zefaran, Home of Safran,
A place holy,
For people,
Of Orthodox Chrisitanity.
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Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on August 2, 2004
I must admit I haven't heard of this place before.
Will get me a map and look it up.
Or maybe you can send me a link, where I can read more about it?
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on July 31, 2004
One good thing about this place, it is already in ruins, so no suicide bomber could destroy it.
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Will get me a map and look it up.
Or maybe you can send me a link, where I can read more about it?