Life's not a race, is it? They've put us in a race since we were born. Most of the time we come to the point of giving up pretty much, we can not do. Somebody else can't give us up. This is a journey that began in our infancy.
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Mum said to our fathers little: the lady's daughter Fatma, your daughter was born bigger. He was a tough baby. When a certain mother was well fed. Looks to the baby in her belly. Why is yours so skinny? Or didn't you watch the baby while you were pregnant? Is she sick baby? "
Who knows how worried our poor mothers are. I don't know about yours, but I'm pretty sick about my mother. Thanks to the neighbor, grandmother, still; even the Qur'an is left to read for me. The only problem was that 2 kilos and 750 grams were not born.
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He sat in my mother so one way; that day today, I could not see myself as a weak person, a kind of rupture.
I'm the one who's gonna be all over that plate, I don't know if it's a blessing or crying, but I cry.
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