From his father and mother. Their branches are affiliated - where all the certificates are located. Then said, keep the paper well. Work at the time. After my death, once you go to your homeland in Cairo. My elder brother is your uncle's vazir. Meet him and say, I was not seen with him in this life. Let me forgive me.
Nur al-Din's cheeks flashed through tears. Happiness in the papers. It's okay to accept the nerve pulling neck. My father's mother gave me a copy of paper. Then folded and clothed one of the young women. This way will not be wasted easily. The air outside the sunset can not enter. Now, inserted the cloth papers into his waistband and placed it with needle yarn. And not afraid to lose
He was just one day survived. After the news of his death, the whole city collapsed. Thousands of men and women dressed in black dress. The sultan was shocked to mourn. His right arm was gone today.
He was buried in the rightfulness of Shahi's dignity. Hassan today's grandfather The grief of grief flows. Sections of water in the eyes of two eyes. Dad can give himself some comfort by remembering those words. Come here for a two-week vacation in this place. All of us have to leave everything one day.
Hassan mourns in silence after two months. Yet he does not talk to a bigger person. She is the father of the father's show. The sultan sent him the news. He will wail his court. But there is no hushan hush. She does not leave the house Nawa eat somehow stopped. Every day his body became dry and dried up. Sultan repeatedly sent the people. But Hasan did not go.
