Every monsoon you came home with the silver fish all of Bengal fights over, wrapped in newspaper, and cooked it in sharp mustard.
Abba, I have finally learned to cook it.
نبحث في الدُّرج…
نبحث في الدُّرج…
رسالة مختومة واحدة تنتظر Rafiq.
Every monsoon you came home with the silver fish all of Bengal fights over, wrapped in newspaper, and cooked it in sharp mustard.
Abba, I have finally learned to cook it.
بقية هذه الرسالة مختومة.