By God, why do you want; I was free and the scars?! Adel Assum
Newton’s sincerity when he made the quadruples dimensions by adding time to place, material and strength.
His theory remained in despite the suspension of Einstein for time in the place to restore the dimensions of his trilogy,
And time remains the fingerprint that documents the mobility of people and (their insults) and weave a life string. The life of life wakes up on the rays of the morning sun, recording certainty, visions, events and feelings …
Consequently, childhood events are a sculptor in the rock, and the shocks of life are not deleted, even if it is balanced and hardened …
I was in his days, I loved people and knowledge and I am always, my advice crouching in the hands of my grandfather was cultivated in the love of people and allowing before the knowledge of religion and the world, how much I loved his conversation on the path of ancient nations and the characters who were mentioned in the context of the stories of the Koran, and it was more beautiful for us:
(One of the reasons for the disappearance of grace is not obedience and worship other than God).
I became a conviction and a certainty, and the wheel of the years turned to bring my evenings with the song by the late Jamila Zidan (the butter of the entrance) until he says:
By God, why are you
Khalak and the scars?!
Then I remembered the hadiths of my grandfather, may God have mercy on him, despite Murad al -haer, which means Habiba, who moved away from Habib, but the context of the house was awake in my worship (certainty) to be to God alone …
And my imagination made the whole excuse of the Scach who was wrong in bed when (they were free and the scars went), because how the bed (cult) other than God?!
And I have that?!
And the song remained by playing the Nightingale Brown for me, so they gave me a birthplace, and my family is the one that saved, but each time the song wanted me or that I hit my speakers, I modify the single of worship to love, so I say that our blogger is granted:
Who taught you to go?
(Love) The eyes of the notch.
Oh my God, be the people of Kassala, the loved ones and the love of the love mattress for the burden.
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