A story Fawzia Ahmed Filali Title. Page 18 part One I sat in the morning on the usual chair near the balcony of my house overlooking the sea of eyes Watch the awakening of the sun in the shape of the angels withering light Vahha towards the barren land thirsty for the same air nozzle ... I returned to the past with all my thoughts and anxieties. I was fired into the eyes of the blind, where I was young, Arbel, in the dress of beauty, tenderness and hope. Hard-To-Know (x) The roaring voice of the hungry woods like this tragic scene and this play, which I watch this morning without a ticket to enter the lounge This scene shook my eyes and I began to swim for those who created this universe with this beauty and magic that enabled "Hallelujah Hallelujah" .. repeated repeated times until I stopped for a moment. -Fast Hatini Coffee Cup Please ... Do not add sugar! I began to brush my coffee and look at the bottom of my face. I ran it in my hands in circular circles,
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