I came home and told all the words. He said in silent manner, when you can not find what you do.

My heart became worse. I decided to go to market in Basrah. Fifteen days way. However, if found - if we can see a little smile in the face of Bibi. I forgot the tranquility of the way. In the name of Allah, we proceeded towards Basrah.

Three apples of potatoes are gathered in the pot. Inam is three dinars. However, if the taste comes back in the face of the wife, then I would be so hard to buy, so much the price would be worth buying.

I returned home with great hopes. He must be happy to see the apple. But he kept the apple in three hands and kept it aside. It seems that the body is worse again. I also fell down. Later, when I heard that I had begun to pay the apple in the market in Basra, the same day I had a fever and had fever. A little less than yesterday.

My shop is not open in jute. Bibi satasabasaya sit a week. This tardy dowry and my tireless service seemed to be a little better. Remembering Allah, I went to the shop and sat next to the next day.

It can not be said exactly at noon - I saw a nigger thrashing an apple with one hand thrown in the air and swept it in the other hand.

I heard the neigbor boy. Well, you can say, where you get this apple in the unfinished?

I got from my love, why?