Giving someone to the mullah of the constituency

I have a little girl named Shimakhoshgol Naz. They always opened a clean school in the village, and all the boys and girls went and studied. There was no mullah. It was from Pakistan. He looks at me a lot and pays attention to me. I used to think a lot about giving to someone. Before, of course, I had the experience of giving it to a boy from the village, until one night I brought a bottle of water to pray and the water would be clean and healing. I told Mullah Bash that he was cleaning the water. He was watching me. He said, "Come closer." I took him by the hand. I sat down next to him. They did not put me on his legs. I felt the stiffness of Kirshu on my buttocks. My hand was on my chest. I was running, but I was irritated. My body was very watery. He kissed me and got up. He kissed my handkerchief and kissed it.