Everyone seems to be busy at school, some studying and others chatting with their boyfriends or girlfriends.
The arrival of a black SUV into the school caught the attention of most students.
Safna's mouth, nose, and eyes are also looking.
The car stopped right next to a dalbejiya tree, and everyone was looking at who would get out of this beautiful and impressive car.
His feet began to descend, clad in the simplicity of white shoes, and he descended a few steps, then emerged fully clothed.
She quickly gathered her heart and lowered it, saying, “Hello!”
Zeenat was watching her closely, as she was a little worried about the upcoming party, and she was wearing a white dress and looking at her phone.
Safna, why are you looking at me like that, like a snake?
Safna, with her mouth heavy, said nothing, and raised her hand to look at the young man standing there, who was at least 33 years old.
Masha ALLAH, Zeenat clapped and stood up.
He is very tall and has a very long beard. At first glance, you can tell he is very strong and not overweight. By God, he has a beautiful face. His hair is adorned with a black sari, and he can do it with ease. He is dressed in a white shirt, trousers and a modern Riga. His clothes are beautiful.…
Their thoughts were interrupted when they saw him bend down and pick up a girl who looked exactly like him, “She can't be more than 6 years old.”
She was wearing a long red dress that was barely visible, her sleeves were decorated with white ribbons, her head was wrapped in a twisted rope, and she was wearing a red and white ribbon, and they were dancing.
She held her little sister in both hands and looked at the young man, "Baby, where are you coming from?" She patted him and followed him wherever he looked.
He smiled at her, and the one who had been attracted to the other girls in the village, especially the girls, also held the baby girl in his arms, saying, “We have come to Uncle Hamza's house.”
Hey baby, isn't Uncle Hamza finished school yet? He's really grown up.
