Goodbye

"Skin" prostrated whispering with words that no one else heard, "Khadij" followed, calling her Lord, who followed her through the letters, tightened her spear strongly, and she touches the hair of the white sky, and caressed her sin Qahtan, it is not covered only by its black, no shirt, nor turban, in his hand a torch, and in the other, his ax, and from behind the men of the passing family, and so...