The girl named Melody Joan, she was the first child for me to share my soul.
The expression of happiness cannot be translated with everything.
The innocent soul is now playing, joking, laughing, crying and learning about the smallest side of the universe.
Yes, totally correct
I wrote about the soul affected by the hypocrisy of parents.
I used to hope that he didn't feel what I had felt, but God had a different storyline than mine.
God plays the role, and the soul becomes a victim.
The word separation is not spoken, but the soul that will understand will grow full of wounds.
Never mind, I believe God keeps the beauty behind all this.
Maybe with this story I will learn how to water a fruit so that it does not wither when it is developing.
Insyallah, I can (amen)