اذا لم تجد ما تبحث عنه يمكنك استخدام كلمات أكثر دقة.
A girl in the middle of her 20s, sitting in a little old room, wearing a black veil, sitting on a pillow lying on the floor of that room, while she’s looking at a fold she’s holding in her right hand, her left hand holding a blog that the foot has not touched, the window of that room that has opened up on an old neighborhood, it’s Al-Hussein neighborhood, tears that fall in her eyes, she’s barely read in a voice from those sorrows I peered at it, and a deep throat of intense sadness and crying almost burst into it :