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     In the heart of Tunisia, where shadows dance,

A melody emerged, a bold advance.

Deena Abdelwahed, a musical sprite,

In the underground, she found her light.

 

In outskirts' clubs, where whispers met,

Her beats broke chains, a rhythmic set.

Not for the elite, but for all to hear,

Deena's tunes, a rebellion near.

 

Affordable entry, drinks not steep,

In this haven, the rhythm ran deep.

A DJ's quest, uncharted terrain,

To echo stories, break the chain.

 

Through the speakers, echoes of the past,

Dominant cultures, fading fast.

Tunisian streets, now alive with sound,

Deena's beats, a force unbound.

 

She weaved through tunes, untold and rare,

A symphony that filled the air.

Not merely unheard, but a tale untold,

A musical journey, brave and bold.

 

History framed by notes and beats,

In Deena's world, each rhythm repeats.

References made to cultures unknown,

A musical tapestry, uniquely sown.

 

Her hands on decks, a magic spell,

In tunes and tales, she'd always dwell.

A passion burning, fierce and bright,

In every note, a rebel's fight.

 

Deena Abdelwahed, a soul profound,

In Tunisia's heart, a rhythmic crown.

Through the underground, she found her way,

A musical journey, a night's ballet.

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