بنام
Bilal
Peshawar · 2010
You sat behind me in class, and every morning you passed me a small dried orange fruit from your uncle's orchard in Hunza.
Bilal, I never told you I didn't like them at first.
اس خط کا باقی حصہ مُہر بند ہے۔
خط ڈھونڈا جا رہا ہے…