Momo Siya - Siya Tanha (Ehsan Abdipour)

It was black loneliness. He didn't want to talk about anything else, but Mehr had a strangeness. You were a small Africa yourself and I lived like Africa in a separate geography that no one could spend. He was nineteen years old when Ustad Kanar Tanur and Mother Kazem remembered how to eat bread. He had no owner, no roof, no Quran pool. Loneliness and solitude quickly overwhelmed everyone. Khili Ham Zod. And he soon died of life. A little later, when it became worse and bigger, it was disgusting. A full-class mutant. Every adventure was so interesting and important that my brother described me, destroyed me, looked at me in my eyes and said, "It's worthless!" All beliefs were worthless; No effort in life is worth the low result. This is why in seventeen years, the kind of life that was named Mumo Kilwin!
Klowen reminded Ali Basho. From the school road, bread was taken to the house and books were under the tube. The big secret was right next to the oven of Mother Kazim's bakery and he thought about it all day. He thought of Cluen's world. At twenty-seven degrees below zero, Ali spoke well and left. to the king of cold. By the fact that you were always thinking and in a physical state, the seal of confirmation was a good hand and a messenger to the center of the brain.
Twenty-seven degrees below zero, the greenest and most beautiful molecules are both from the jack and side and the world is pulling strange brakes. Clover's zero was the place where I wanted to go. This made the noise more difficult.
Mamo Hamin Qadr Zahnsh played when he was Abdul Ali Sarraf's wife for two years. After he died, Hussein was a driver for two years and did not remember where he was before. Wali mi danst az nُh salgi tuy nanwayy um kazem khabide.
The first time that Mmo's heart was shot from the bright face of love and the tulip of his ear was burnt, when the first row of women was present and Mmo did not know whose nail he was shaped from. After a month or so, new women brought you a job that the minute you thought about it, you went back and forth When sinking flour and milk nbindsh. Beautiful clothes were without limits. Several nights, when the head passed, the things that passed through your heart, and when you couldn't sleep at night and spent the days away from church, passed through your brain, but your brain said: “Don't eat too much! Bshin Sar Jat!” And this was a fortnight before October

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