ابتدينا صدفة وانتهينا عمر | مريم ربيع الأنصاري

He returned to the fountain of his first love, for this night he needs to say to her I love her. He entered Aisha's room. I thought she was sleeping, but sleep escaped from her. This night, she breathes hard while she sleeps on the edge of the bed, trying to suppress a scream of pain or a nightmare that Aisha is wrestling with. She moans and puts her palm. On her mouth so that no one would hear her, he saw Aisha shaking, approached her, and found her drenched in her tears. He raised her chin with his hand and wiped her tears.