Mama: I want you to collect a rooster, Rowena, and I will meet you in my lunch. We will break something on you during the day.
Me: (Dira Aziyat, did you like me? I felt stupid, one of the sandals of the spring of melody, my melody came to me) God, what do you want with me?
Mama: Since the morning, I have been crying for Hana. She calls for Hana. Anta sings like a song.
Me: Safi Hani Naida.
Mama: She is an animal.
Me: Ouch (I grew up with my happiness and my promise, I gathered my house and my brother’s house and Wasla, and for fun I made a rooster of Tolit) and finally God.
Haha, let me tell you about this, my name is Farah, I am 18 years old, I have a face, I am one year old, I am tall and short, my hair is long and blond, reaching my waist. My eyes are big, they are bright, they are submissive, they are young, they are white, and my skin is white. A little thick 😂), Damn my modesty, Mohim. I live with my mother Naima. My brother Imad is 24 years older than me. As for my father, may God have mercy on him. We kept him in a jar of my people’s trap. My father bought it before he died. My brother served my brother and we wanted to exchange it for money. My mother didn’t want to kill you. Leave it to us. For the late, for the late, where did we leave him....