Hello, all my friends, this memoir I want to write is not real and imaginary. I was about XNUMX years old when my father died when we were young. We were a family of four and we lived in Mashhad. But after my father's death increased, once the public came, our blood was gone until noon. Then something went out. The weather was hot. I wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower. I was coming to the alley. My sister and brother had gone home. I saw that the bathroom was ringing. The bathroom was in the yard. And he kicked her and told her that the children are not Hussein. My mother told me to go to your mother's house. I want to go to my grandmother's house. My grandmother was sick. She had to take care of her. I saw that my mother was crying. My mother was sucking with all my heart. Then the public said, "Enough, I want to come back." His ear was not in debt, he just pressed for a few minutes. The public was shocked. Kurd in Kashsh said just do not take pills, I also ran out of the house quickly, I hope you like it, wrote
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Date: November 1, 2018
