We raced bicycles every evening down the hill by the market. You always won, on a bicycle the colour of fire.
Hamza, I let you win sometimes.
بقية هذه الرسالة مختومة.
نبحث في الدُّرج…
نبحث في الدُّرج…
رسالة مختومة واحدة تنتظر Hamza.
We raced bicycles every evening down the hill by the market. You always won, on a bicycle the colour of fire.
Hamza, I let you win sometimes.
بقية هذه الرسالة مختومة.