We faced a struggle during the drought

Isyaku, the aunt, came running with her hands full, her bowl full of yours, she didn’t realize it, she was following her skirt to her feet, and she quickly looked at the boy standing.

there staring at her, she said, “Haba isyaku me “Why can’t you walk slowly?” “His mouth twisted and he hit her hard.” The boy, who was at least fifteen years old, would stand in front of her and tell her that.

Don’t you dare touch my child bye, and if you put your hand on his head again, we will take the spectators away.

And she just stared and laughed and laughed and laughed and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried. “Oh my God, today you realize that tea is water.” “She’s not married, she’s not a prostitute. She’s enough for our children.”

“I do not know, so I will not accept it, whether he takes revenge or whether I take revenge on him myself.” “Oh, * Maryam * is not patient.” She could not do that. She said, “Be patient with him.”

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