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ali sa was born and grew up a long time ago, in this place of horasar, living a businessman named madontine.

madontine is rich and rich and enjoys a good and comfortable life.

however, it is not enough that he has not given birth to a man or a woman, even though he is old.

he remembered that he had saved such great wealth in his life that one day he would die and fall into the hands of others, and he lamented it all.

this situation finally changed on his sixtieth birthday.

allah gave him a boy this day.

madontine was so excited by his old age that he named the child ali saa, who he considered to be a pearl.

ali sa's eyes are as beautiful and lovely as the 15th moon.

his parents cared for him very little.

he grew up healthy because of a favourable family environment.

as his age grows, his character and common sense continue to grow.

gradually, ali sal grew up as a gentle, knowledgeable teenager.

at this point, madontine is a year old and ill.

on that day, madontine felt like he was dying, and called his son, ali sal, to bed and said, “o son, i am going to follow god's call.

before i look at you, i have something to say to you." "father, say something." ali saa knew in his heart that this was his father's last words.

“i would like to inform you that not all of us are your confidants, but we must be vigilant against the unexpected and we must be careful not to fly.

don't come near those who are not criminals, or those who are bad, like the blacksmiths, and even if they are not splattered on mars, they will get smoked out of their eyes.

the poet once said, "you want true love, it's not easy.

it's hard to be true when it comes to disaster.

that's what i'm saying to you, you have to remember.

from now on, you've been in a state of silence and you've been completely isolated.

two people are always hiding a disease, and if you look at it and look at it, you'll find the frauds and the machines, so remember not to get close.

you can't get away with this.

unless you're talking about learning, sharing knowledge, you should still be alone.

the four people whose words and actions are inexplicable, whose nature i have personally learned.

the so-called friendship is just a deception, and people can't forget to pretend to be hypocritical and play with power." "yes, father, i must remember these." ali sal said to his father, "do you have any orders?" "you should do more good at all times.

as long as it is within its power, do not forget to be generous, to be kind and respectful.

the poet once said, "to be generous, to be generous, not everyone can do it." only those who can do it will not regret it." "yes, father, i must remember these." ali sabipromised with respect that i would obey my father's advice, “what else needs my attention?” “my son, you must think of allah at all times and in all places in your heart in order to have his blessing and refuge.

don't wait for money to be squandered and go down and ask for mercy.

you know, money in this world determines a person's position.

the poet once said that when people are poor, their loved ones are not close, and when they are rich, everyone wants to be close.

for the sake of money alone, the wrongs can be solved.

and once they are poor, they will leave me." "yes, father, i must remember these." ali sal assured his father, “do you have any further instructions?” "my son, we must think twice, and we must not rush.

you know, older people are always better informed and better informed before they act.

know that there is a heaven outside, and there are men.

and if thou wishst that the noblest may have mercy upon thee and have mercy upon thee, thou shalt show thy mercy unto those who are weaker than thee.

know that allah is watching you at all times, so do not make a fool out of you, or you will be recompensed.

the poet once said, "a man cannot understand everything, and everything must be talked to and heard.

you have to know that a mirror can only see its own face, two mirrors to see what's behind your head.

two, you need to be calm, you can't rush.

it's easy for people to be comfortable with themselves, and it's easy for others to treat you the same way.

allah looked down on everything, and no one could compare it.

and the wicked will be duly recompensed, even though they have done so.

three, no one will be among us by the means of war, and many wrong-doing will surely kill themselves.

the evildoers, though in their sleep, are listening to the curse of the victims.

the wine is the source of all evil, and it consumes your health and your will, so forbid it.

the poet used to say, "i've always been without wine, with the soul and body being preserved, and with consciousness and language." i've never been in a relationship with a drunk, never been drunk in my life, and never been drunk.

these are my life's experiences and the words of the wise.

i told you today, i hope you will remember.

now i'm going to entrust you to allah.

my son, you must behave yourself." then madden passed out.

after a while, he slowly woke up, breathed, and then prayed in good faith.

“i am convinced that allah is unique and that mohammed is his apostle.” after a struggle, madden died.

as the father finally left himself, ali savan was grieving and tears were running out of his eyes.

fortunately, he was a strong and knowledgeable young man who ended up in grief and prepared for his father.

people heard the terrible news of the death of maitten, and we all missed the memory of this loyal elder, who came to his funeral, without distinction between men, women and children.

ali sa, with the help of family and friends, hanait took a lot of money to have a grand funeral for my father.

they put up the body of madontine after the bath and makeup.

ali saa, who buried his father in the earth and came to mourn, recited the koran and inscribed a poem on the tombstone: you come from the land, allah gives you the right to be human, you learn to praise him in the language of man, and the cycle of life brings you back to the earth, as if you never came to earth.

after his father ' s death, ali sa ' s filial duty to the father at home followed local customs.

his heart and thoughts on his father ' s love for his upbringing, he mourns and sheds tears every day.

soon after, the mother also left him.

ali sa ' s suffering had to be pressured, and a solemn funeral had been held for his mother, as had been done for his father.

after such a double blow, ali saf became more mature.

he spent a long time at home in filial care.

upon the end of his filial duties, ali saa inherited the father ' s cause as an adult, took over all his business in his shop and ran his own business and trade.

he is not easily associated with people, as he promised to his father, and is only working with dedication and discipline on a daily basis.

ali saa bought the zubian green, and after a year, ali saa followed his father's dying instructions, and went to the store every day, as he wanted, to buy and sell.

he's never had sex.

he's got a hard life.

however, it was not long, and with the passage of time, the idle and distraught youths of the neighbourhood sought the money of ali saa and tried to approach him in every way to gain from him.

ali saa has been in business for more than a year, and has gained experience and experience.

he started to forget his father's last words and started to take them seriously.

as a result, he joined the same gang of bad guys who lured them into and out of the tavern every day, gambling and drinking had become his normal routine.

ali sa's behavior was just like that of his father when he died, and he said with shame: “i am still young and do not take advantage of my father's vast wealth in good times.

you know what the poet says: "the flowers are groaning when they're hot, or they're just groaning." yes, it is time for me to enjoy my property and my money as the poet sings." so ali saa lived with his friends and his friends day and night in a rich, paper-intoxicated life.

in a short period of time, this depraved life cost him a lot of money.

the lack of resources did not alert ali sal, who, instead, increased his efforts to treat or sell his father ' s house, store and store, in exchange for money, for his luxury and that of his drinking and meat friends.

ali saa's home is losing ground.

one day he found himself destitute, leaving only one set of clothes for himself.

he finally woke up like a dream.

thinking about what you did in the previous periodfor he is ashamed and ashamed.

since then, his life has been difficult and he eats every day and wonders where he is.

one day, ali saa did not eat a single meal from morning to night, and was starving, and was planning to find friends who had used his money to chase and buy laughs and to eat and have fun, hoping that those people would give him a free meal.

as a result, ali saa was in a state of hope and in a hurry to find his friends who had been very close to each other.

he travelled all over the city, and ate the door shut at every friend, and none of him was there, and he was invisible.

for half a day, ali saa did not eat a single meal and was still hungry.

for the first time, ali saa felt the world warm, disheartened and outraged.

there was no other way.

he endured hunger, dragged tired legs and moved back.

he came to the fair without realizing it, and he saw a large crowd of people surrounded and horrified and very busy.

to see this situation, ali saa felt strange, and he thought, “what happened? why are so many people crowded? swear to allah that i will come and see what is going on." he slammed himself into the middle of the crowd, looking inside, a beautiful young woman was taken to the market for sale.

this young girl is a beautiful girl with a red face, a sturdy body and a beautiful face.

a poem that praises the beauty is written like this woman herself: she can afford to be seen in the most critical way, with a light-tight middle and a large waist.

her beautiful body is a mirage, and it makes women jealous and hate.

her face is as bright as the moon, soft as the flowers in the wind.

her muscles spread the fragrance of musk, and all the flowers in the world can't compete with her.

she's unmatched, every inch of her body is the moon.

ali saa looked at the beauty of the girl, and his heart was filled with love.

i'll wait here and see who buys her." at the same time, he wondered what the price of such a girl was.

and so he waited in the crowd.

those businessmen knew that ali saa's father was a rich businessman, and they took him for a fair and sold him.

by the time more and more people were surrounded, an agent slowly swung to the girl, pointing at her and screaming, "my lords of money!" friends! this girl's name is zubane green.

she looks like an impeccable jade and is truly priceless.

even if i put her in a pile of beautiful women, it's just the stars.

she's the real beauty of men.

now sell.

who'd like to bid first? the price is high or low.

gentlemen, our business is fair and free.

no one will complain about the first bid.

now give me a price!" until the broker is finished, a businessman's appearance starts with an offer.

“510 dollars.” another businessman raised the price by 10.

“600an old man named raschton added $90.

he's skinny, he's thin, and he's got blue eyes like a harlem.

"610." prices are still rising.

a thousand dollars! the old man intends to use it to get other businessmen back.

in fact, a thousand dollars is keeping everyone at bay, and no one continues to offer a higher price.

the price was clearly the highest and the auction was stopped.

the agent went to the girl's owner and asked if she would sell the girl for $1,000.

the girl's master said, “when i swore i would sell her, i would ask her for her consent to whom and how.

now that i've made a promise, ask her if she wants to." so the agent came up and said, "beautiful girl, would you like to go with him for a thousand bucks?" zubane hated raschton's ugly face and depravity, even more so when his blue eyes were staring at him, and then he refused, "the old man has white hair and is as old as a dead wood, and i would never sell it to an old man like him.

a poet once sang such a song, and even allah would reward his poem: that day i begged and hoped to get her kiss, and even though i was a little old, i had money and power.

she categorically rejected my request: "no, swear to allah, i will never do it." i have to read and lose my love, or i have no right to enjoy the good things of life." having listened to her heart and heart, the broker was sympathetic to her, understanding her situation and saying, “it is true that allah should bear in mind and understand your worries.

to be honest with you, a thousand dollars in this area can't buy you, and you can't pay for 10,000 dollars.” he came back to the master of old white green and told him that he did not want to go with the old man.

the master heard, and said, "well, you can talk to her and find another buyer." raschton's attempts to take zubé green as his own were dashed.

because she didn't want to, the deal didn't work out.

at that point, another businessman went to the broker and said, “just at the price i paid her for $1,000.

ask her if she would sell herself to me." i can't help but be surprised to see this man.

turns out this man dyed his pale beard with ink and tried to act like a energetic young man.

"a weird guy came to me, and his neck was so hard that he could hit on the bottom of his shoe.

it's like mosquitoes that build nests in his face, and it's like a wood on the head.

the devil is obsessed with my shape and body, sneaking around with black hair, and shamelessly trying to deceive me.

he's always changing his hair in black and white, like a funny clown under a magician's stick." ♪ singing all over here ♪"the poet's revelations of such a man are bloodthirsty: "you can't hide your black hair.

i said, "just so you don't know." she said, "it's funny, it's funny, it's funny, you're used to fraud and even your hair is sneaky." the broker thought that zubian green was right: “and allah testified, and i fully agree with you.” and the buyer said, "what is she talking about?" the broker recounted the words of zubane and explained them.

the black-haired old man was ashamed of himself.

one more guy immediately offered to buy zubian green at a price of $1,000.

the agent came to ask zubane for advice.

when he looked back, he blinded one eye and had to go to hell, saying, "the poet once described someone with only one eye: you know, cyclops are good at cheating, and remember to stay away from this guy.

and if the one-eyed dragon had a little bit of integrity, allah wouldn't have let him lose his eyes."

old green has no interest in one-eyed people and decided not to sell himself to him.

and the agent in the crowd was a short man with a beard down his waist and said, "girl, would you like to make a deal with this gentleman?" "this man is short and ugly and has a poem that suits him: there was a friend, with his face on his cheeks, who described it as obnoxious, annoying, like a cold winter night, long, dark, creepy." the broker listened to zubbei green, knowing that she was not looking at him, and that the business was blown.

the broker was very difficult, and it was very difficult for him to make it easy for him to say to her: “girl, there are a lot of businessmen here, and you should find yourself a person of satisfaction.

i'll help you talk to whoever you look at." zubian green raised his head and looked around the crowd.

few of these people are very visible to her.

at that point, her eyes fell on ali sah, and she found himself a handsome young man of good looks who could not help but give a big heart.

turning to the broker, she said frankly: “this young man, with a curly black hair, a radiant face, a beautiful face, is the object of hymn by poets, a prince in the eyes of a loving woman.

his sweet words will make a woman so drunk that a poem will praise your beautiful face in front of people, and those who are dumping for you will not be spared.

your charisma touched me, making my heart so restless.

your breath is sweet as musk, your heart is sweet, your night is sweet as wine.

the angels will have to drive you out of paradise, because the fairies will fall in love with you.

your arrogance has made you like a rooster, because the moon is brightened by its height.

he made a promise to a sweet son like my antelope, and i was restless waiting for that day to come.

his eyebrowbut how can he keep his promise? people say, "how can you make love to someone with wrinkles all over his face? i will say: 'you who are ignorant, speak less nonsense.' the wrinkles on his face were just a cover for his youth, and kissing him was like crossing into a park, and the ooze from his lips was sweet as the water of the river.

to be honest, i'd sell myself to him." zubane ended up saying that.

the broker, listening to zubian green's praise of ali sah, sensed that she was so excited and so pleased that the sale would be successful.

so quickly persuade her master to make the deal.

he exaggerates the wisdom of zu's green and is very surprised by her intellectual gift.

“she is very smart and good, and she recites many poems, which is just one of her specialties.

don't be surprised.” he also began to exaggerate, “she also knows the seven readings of the koran, writes in seven scribes, and is also deeply in the scriptures, knowing the names of all the legends of history and many craftsmen.

she's good at making silk curtains for embroidery.

she's worth a lot more than gold." "that's a lot of talent! whoever gets her will be happy." the broker praises.

“that's why i let her choose her own new master.

you can talk to the man she sees." the broker, as he was told, squeezed in front of ali sala and kissed with a warm kiss on his hand, saying, “of all the rich, she's only interested in you, so that you can be her new master, and buy her.” then he gave ali sakquaz his old, green talent and wisdom, and said, “this is the blessing of allah to you.

how happy she will bring you such a girl! congratulations." even though the broker's rhetoric is impressive, ali saa can't even feed himself.

he was ashamed inside, but did not want others to know about his situation for the sake of his face.

as a result, he had to act as if he was not interested in what the broker said.

zubane green ali al-sah was calm and silent and had to be anxious.

she couldn't wait to say to the broker: “please push me over, i want him to look at me.

let me convince him to buy me.

i don't want to fall into the hands of anyone but him.” the broker took zubane's hand and approached ali saa and questioned him again, but ali saa remained silent.

zubane no longer hesitated to say to ali sal: "my dear son, why don't you buy me? as long as you're willing to come up with some money, you'll do it.

i will make you happy and happy." ali sa looked in the eye and said, "now that your price is 1,000 gold coins, why do you want me to buy you at this high price?"iron.

"a hundred dollars?" "or not." ali al-sa still refuses.

zubari green, who was determined to buy himself, kept the price down, but ali saf remained indifferent.

and finally, she said, "then you'll pay me a hundred gold coins." "but i don't have a hundred medals." "how many are you?" “swear to allah that i will not be able to deliver any more than 100 gold coins.

honestly, now i'm nothing.

don't say that i don't even have one.

you'd better start looking for someone else." zubbaek saw a pathetic and sad face, knowing that he did not have money.

so i said, "well, you come with me to a quiet place and i'll give you an idea." ali sayid, who spoke with her, came with her to the side of the road.

and while he wasn't paying attention, zubé hurried out of his pocket a bag of money and gave it to ali za, saying, “here's a thousand coins.

you pay the broker $900 for my ransom, and the remaining $100 stays with you.

the rest of your life will be useful." ali saa gave $900 to the broker, as she had said, bought zubane and took her home.

zubari green found his own happy client and hurriedly followed ali sa home.

i've seen nothing but my family, nothing but a broken face and nothing.

all she had to do was give him another $1,000, saying, “go to the market, buy a decent furniture with 300 gold coins, buy me three gold coins to eat and eat, and buy me a silk cloth of the size of the curtain, some gold wires, silver wires and a seven-colored wire for embroidery.

i used these to embroidery the curtains." ali sa came to the market and bought a set of furniture, as ordered by zou, ate a meal and returned home with silk and silk cloth.

the zubane green spirited up, put on a nice sticker, lit candles and sat down with ali sal.

as a result, they began to live together in a happy and happy couple.

they share the pain and suffering and feel content every day.

the poet praises the combination of fish and water, and sings: "be sure that your life mate, the jealous, will never heed." their words and actions are not worth mentioning, and love is the best.

and in your sleep i see you by your side, and i will suck from your soft lips.

you're all within reach, and i'll always have you who cares about jealousy.

a lovely couple, a pillow, a breath.

it's true that you're in love with the sweet ones.

who's ever seen a man like that? the gods of love have made them so close together, and whoever wants to destroy a couple like that, ultimately, it's a waste of time.

it's like grinding cold iron, making steel in vain.

how do you know what love means? how can you lower the belllovers of love, can you feel the mood of a loser? those young men who are brave in their pursuit of love, if you find someone you know, you can't abandon a true partner, even if you leave everything in the world.

ali saa was deceived, and ali sa and zubba were in peace and joy all night.

early the following morning, when he woke up to clean up, he sat there, cutting some of his silk cloths into curtains, drawing up all kinds of fowls and strange weeds as he intended, and embroidered them with gold, silver and colour lines.

eight days from now, a magnificent embroidery curtain has been made.

it's full of live, live and flexible weed birds, and it's called an art treasure.

she said, with satisfaction, "you take the curtain to the market, it's enough to sell it to fifty gold, but be careful not to talk to past pedestrians, or i'll suffer the tragedy of separation, because in today's world, there are so many traitors and so many who hate our industry.

they won't let us go.

they fear nothing but chaos, and they cannot leave us." "i see.

yes, sir." ali saman promised not to disobey her.

so he took the curtains of the embroidery to the market and sold them to the merchants at a price of fifty gold, as he had been commanded.

the money was then used to buy silk, colour lines and essentials of life for daily use, and the extra money to sell the curtains was given to zubian green for preservation.

as such, ali sa and the zubai greens sing with each other and live on their own.

zubane has been working hard to paint and embroidery.

in this way, every eight days, she will be able to build an extremely artistic embroidery curtain that will be sold by ali sal.

a year has passed, and it seems as if they have a bright future to live in peace and happiness, with a loving young man and wife, zubian green, who is a man and a wife.

however, it was not long before, and on the first day of the following year, ali saa handed over the curtains of the embroidery to the middleman to sell them.

intermediaries have approached a christian transit customer.

the customer offered 60 gold to buy curtains, but ali saa refused to make a deal with the christians.

this is a well-thought-out customer, and in this case he raised the price to 100 gold and bribed the broker at the cost of 10 gold.

the broker explained the high price offered by the client to ali saa in order to encourage him to sell the curtains to christians in exchange for more money.

he said, “my lord, you do not have to worry about christians.

he will not have any harm to you.” at the time, other businessmen had spoken out to encourage him to do the good deal.

because everyone was trying to persuade him to sell the curtains to christians.

with the money, he left the market uneasy.

on the way, the christian customer followed him secretly, and he had doubts.

he said, "why do you keep following me?" "i have something to do across the streetin the alley.

don't worry! god bless you, you're not short or anything." christians lied to ali sa.

ali saa came home, and saw the christian follow the house, and felt so uncomfortable and scolded: "you son of a bitch! what are you doing following me like a shadow?" "oh, for god's sake, give me a drink.

i'm dying of thirst." ali saa found it interesting and he thought, "this shameless man has been following me for half a day for water.

swear to allah, i can't bear to reject him." so he rushed back to his house and brought out a glass of water for the thirsty christian.

at this point, zubane came back and asked with concern: “did the curtains sell?” “sold.” ali sal simply answered.

"did you sell it to the merchants or did you sell it to the passers-by? i'd like to make it clear, because i'm a little restless, and suddenly i'm in a state of disarray as if there were signs of dissociation.” "i've never been in contact with passers-by and sold the curtains to the merchants." "don't hide it from me, so i can be prepared.

i ask you, where are you going with this water and what are you doing?" "the middleman is thirsty.

he drinks it." "it's over, only the great allah will save you and me!" and zubane groaned, and said, "you must go far away, please go slowly, and not be too impulsive, and don't let your lover's embrace seduce you.

and reason is your ally, and it's impossible to be emotional, because fate is often unprovoked, and it's just as soon as we get together." the fear and groaning of zubian green did not alert ali saa, who deliberately carried the water out.

he said, "what are you doing here? son of a bitch! how can you break into my house without being invited?" "don't be angry, young master.

i feel the same everywhere.

there's no difference.

don't worry, i won't go any further.

i am grateful to you for your kindness and generosity.” christians whispered to me, and took the glass in the hands of ali sal, drank it without a drop and gave it back to ali sal.

ali saa took the cup and waited for him to go out, but he was still a dead man who wouldn't leave, and he was so angry that ali satien was running away with his face: “why don't you leave? get up and fuck you." "my lord, i drank your cold water, but i also want you to give me something to eat.

anything, even a little piece of onion pie, can solve my brow.

now that you've helped me for the first time, help me again, please don't overplay it.

the poets have said this: lamenting the fact that those who are truly good are no longer able to find them, if you complain of their suffering, they are truly known for their generosity and for their loss.

i can’t help but wonder if the world is full of false ideaswhen people complain about their suffering, they can't even get cold water." "stop squealing! i don't have anything to eat in my house.

get out of here." ali saa categorically refused.

"if you don't have anything ready in your house, please buy some from me.

i'd appreciate even a waffle.

we can still have a meal.

i'm so hungry i need something to feed me, even if it's just a cake.

in any case, everything that can feed is better for me at this time than the taste of the mountains.

as the poet says, even if the dry bread and cold water are enough to feed, why do you have to look for it all the time? whether the emperor is to be seen, or the poor, the dead will never be the same, and will never be partial." ali saa, listening to what christians seem to be, can't return to his mind: “this christian must be crazy.

but he could use his 100 bucks, buy anything cheap, and play with him." the idea was settled, and i was happy to do it for each other, saying, "well, you wait here for a while.

i'll lock the door and go shopping for you." "all right, i'll wait for you." christians rejoice.

ali saa locked the door with a lock and brought back cheese, honey, bananas and pasta from the market, all of which was given to the christian, feeding him and satisfying his wishes.

"you've bought too much, sir.

ten people will eat too little." the christians smiled and said, "i can't eat alone, why don't you join me?" "i'm not hungry.

eat yourself." ali saa categorically rejected it.

“the common saying: `only the bad ones do not follow protocol and have different guests at the table.

'now that we're like guests, of course we should all be together."' christians deliberately set him up to eat and drink.

ali saa listened to christian whispers and refused to do so, so he sat down and ate anything.

at that point, the christian god unwittingly picked up a skinned banana and broke it in half, sneaking into a banana with a strong anaesthesia mixed with opium, enough to bring down an elephant, and rubbing on honey and handing it over to ali saa, saying, "i swear, my lord, taste this." christians, who had vowed to be friendly, had been embarrassed by their refusal to accept it and had been forced to pick it up in their mouths, chewing and swallowing it.

in a moment, the pharmaceutical attack occurred, and ali saa fell down, fell asleep on the floor and passed out.

the christians saw ali saa as unconscious, dead and dead, standing up with his teeth and claws and showing his face like a wolf wearing a human skin.

he seems to have won in the battle of destiny.

then he took the key from ali saa and left ali on the ground asleepSam, Jan's gone.

Why would this man do anything he can to make such a fool of himself? And that's why -- this Christian is called Belsu, and he's a guy with a bad stomach and a bad heart.

His brother was the old man who pretended to be a Muslim.

A year ago, he tried to pay a thousand gold to buy his ancestor green, not only without success, but also with her obnoxiousness, so that he remained in a state of rage and anger, often in front of his brother Belsu.

Belsu heard his brother ' s complaints, was dissatisfied and resolved to take revenge.

With the determination to be uneasy, he comforted his brother by saying, "Don't be upset about this, I can get her without a cent." Belsu then went out of his mind, under the pretext of buying curtains, and then got rid of Ali Sala, then drugged him, stole the keys from him, flew back to his brother ' s house in Raschton and reported the story.

The old man Raschton learned from his brother Belsu that Ali Saa had been anaesthetized and was very happy to dance with his eyebrow.

He immediately crossed a mule, accompanied by a group of servants, accompanied by his brother, Belso, and took the home of Ali Sal.

He also brought a thousand gold with him, which he intended to use to bribe officials in the event of an accident.

As a result, Bel-Sou took Raschton and his servants, and the horses kept moving in front of Ali Saa ' s house.

By opening the door with the key, Belsu instructed his servants to kidnap the Zubian green and threatened them with death, forcing him to submit to them.

As such, Zubane was abducted and dragged out.

They locked the door as it was, took the greens and threw the key and ran away.

Raschton took back Zubian green and treated her as a girl and as a slave in revenge and insult.

He said, "Little whore! You know the old man who bought you a thousand bucks in the city last year? You didn't want to let it go, and you'd hurt me.

I didn't think I'd get you without a piece of gold." "You evil old thing! The robber! We're living and dying.

Your sins will one day be punished." "You dastardly slut! I let you know I'm good.

In the name of Jesus and the Holy Virgin, if you do not follow Christianity and do as I say, I will give you the taste of torture.” Raschton was determined to give in to his ancestor.

“And Allah bears witness that even if you cut me to pieces, I have always believed in Islam.

Allah is the supreme, and he will save me in distress.

The ancients said so well: `The body is in distress and faith is not in danger of disaster.

'This is the right word for truth, and you should learn from it.” Raschton, without fear, dared to turn against him, became angry and angry, jumped like thunder, and drank to his servant: “You overthrow her to the ground, and I will take care of her myself.” As they were commanded, the bondmen went up, pushed and pulled, and they thrust down their fathers' white greens, and pressed their hands and feet.

RaschtonPicking up a hand and whipping her to death.

The staff fell on the old white greens as rain, and she was hit with a blood stain.

No matter how she cried and cried for help, no one had ever helped.

She was moaning and thinking, "And Allah will do justice for me, that is enough." She sees Allah as the only hope.

She's moaning, she can't hold up, she's passed out.

It was only with satisfaction and comfort that Raschton saw the Zubian Greens tortured to death and lost their form that he drank to his servants: “You drag her to the kitchen, lock her up, and not eat her.” After Raschton's speech, he was so proud that he slept comfortably.

Early the following morning, he returned with his heart and ordered his servants to drag Zubane green from the kitchen to his face, whipping and tormenting her again.

She had been beaten all over her body, so that the handmaidens could drag her back to the kitchen and supervise her.

ZLB is dying of Raschton's torture, suffering and convulsing in the corner of the kitchen.

She moaned and murmured, saying, “I firmly believe that Allah is the only Lord and that Muhammad is his apostle.

With Allah in it, it will all pass.

Allah will bless me! This is the most reliable." Ali Sa saved the Zubian greens, and Ali Sa took an anesthesia and immediately lost consciousness, fell on the ground like wood and lay unconscious for one night.

It was not until the next day, after the pharmacological power had gradually collapsed, that he woke up and opened his eyes and shouted, “Once green!” but no one agreed.

He rushed to his house, and there was nothing but silence, and there was no sign of his father-in-law.

It was only when he thought about it that he realized that it was the Christian who must have started this thing.

He understood that he was being fooled, that he was gnawed, that he cried: "I, love is gone, and my heart is as uncertain as a flock of lonely geese.

I'm being trampled upon by fate, how much I need the comfort and compassion of my loved ones.

My encounter is like an enemy on a narrow road, and he is ready to kill me.

Who would expect my bows to be broken, how could they be lower than their enemies? It's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time, it's been a long time.

I vowed to my lover, to grow old and never to be separated, but lamented by fate, as blind as the future.

Two, her tent is still in the sand, and there's only one poor man watching her remains mourned and lamented.

And then she looked back and looked back, and she looked back and looked back and saw the broken walls.

She's been checking for reasons, and the echoes in the mountains answer her question: "The day we meet together will never come back!" `It's like a lightning that cuts across the sky, and then it disappears, and no one tells her about it." Ali Sa's regret is that he was too careless to take into account his ancestor.

But regret is useless, and the more I cry, the more I want, the more I feelfoot.

and in the middle of nowhere, every hand, with a stone in his hand, smitten his chest, calling out for the names of his father-in-law, searching the city for the whole time, provoking the children to follow him in groups and running around, saying, "crazy! the people who knew him were surprised to see him, weeping for him and groaning: "it's ali saa! why is he acting like he's a different person?" ali al-sa has been crying out for the name of zubian green and has been beating himself in circles in the city until dark, sitting under the corner of a house in the alley, sleeping all night.

the following morning, he woke up in the shadow of a blindfold and was still holding on to two stones, shouting and beating himself, and continued to roam the city.

it was not until dark that he dragged his exhausted body and shook his way back to his house.

at that time, his neighbour, a good old lady, found his tumbled, fallen face, stunned, squeezing, squeezing, screaming, caring, saying, "yah! my child, god bless you.

why are you suddenly acting crazy?" ali saa listened to her neighbor's sister's question about compassion and sang so badly: "they said, "you've been displaced for love.

i said, "the sweetest smell of life, only crazy people can understand it.

please stop talking about madness and just get me back.

if she can cure my illness and save my life, don't blame me for my actions." the neighbor's wife listened to ali sal's chant, knowing that he was sad and desperate for his wife's disappearance, and was therefore in a state of mental discomfort, and said, “what good is it to be in a hurry? my boy, how did this happen? how did you get so far? poor boy! tell me what this is about.

maybe i could do something for you, even if i wanted to." so ali saa told the whole story of how christian belsu made him fall victim to deception.

she heard what happened to him and couldn't help but shed tears for him and comforted him by saying, “my child, do not blame yourself.” and then she said, "the lovers have gone through their whole lives, more than the fire of hell in the next world.

they'd rather die for love than lie." she's got her own love back.

she was dazzling, and she came up with a way to say to ali sal: “well, come up with some money, buy a bamboo cage for a silversmith, and buy some jewelry rings for women, such as bracelets, rings, collars, earrings, etc., and put them in a cage and bring them to me.

i put them in pelican cages, dressed as small merchants, and sold them all over the place.

on the occasion of the sale of jewellery, he went everywhere to inquire about his whereabouts.

if there was a spirit in allah, it might be possible to find her." ali saa listens to the old ladyIn front of her eyes, kissing her hand with kindness, saying many words of gratitude, and cheering up, immediately went to the city and bought the leopard cages and some beads, bought them, brought them home and gave them to her.

The sister-in-law found herself dressed in a patched-up dress with a yellow veil over her head, dressed as a door-to-door dealer, with a cane and a leopard on top of her house.

She went out of her way and took care to find out what had happened to her under the guise of selling jewelry.

She went through the street, through the alley.

Footprints have spread throughout the city, everywhere.

What a heaven can't afford to suffer.

One day, the sister-in-law came to the door of an old man called Raschton, an impersonating Muslim, and heard people crying in the house in the cold, and about groaning.

She found it strange to listen, to listen, and then to have the courage to go and knock.

A girl heard a knock on the door and asked her what she wanted.

"I'm here to sell jewelry rings.

Do any of your ladies want to buy jewelry?" "Yes, please come in." The girl replied that she would lead her mother to the house and let her sit with her companions.

The girls, surrounded by the boss, picked out their favorite jewelry in the cage and were ready to buy it and wear it.

At that time, she spoke with her heart in a kind and kind manner, deliberately lowering the price of the jewellery so that they could take more advantage of it, so that they could feel better.

Then she looked at the girl in the direction of her lamentation and moaning, while she was taking her jewelry with joy.

She saw Zubian green tied to the ground, unable to move in any way, and very pathetic.

Her tears came down, but she was still acting like she didn't know Zubian Green and pointed at her and asked the girls, "Why did you tie this little girl up?" The girls listened to her and told her what had happened to her.

In the end, they consoled themselves by saying: “It is not our intention to abuse her, but since he has told us, we are not afraid to break it, but it is good that he went on a trip.” “Boys, since your lord is not home, I suggest you untie this poor girl for a moment and let her breathe.

It's not too late to tie her up like this when your master comes home.

It's no trouble for you.

“In conclusion, build some evil, and Allah will bless you.” “You're right, it seems so.” The girls listened to the boss's advice and were bound for Zubane's green and brought her some food。