Sonntag, 5. Juni 2022

davood

i was 5 years old and slept in tirdogholoo shahbaz jonoobi, in davood's house, my uncle, a large courtyard and two floors was a playground for my curiosity, the basement was a pleasure. one night i woke up and i slowly opened my eyes, there came a glowing man with two companions dressed in black, the only thing that happened: he came to my sleeping place, he knelt down next to me and kissed my forehead. apparently because of: the path of suffering until today.

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