The pilgrims sitting on the chairs beside him, the elderly women, who were dressed in their traditional attire, were all dressed in their traditional attire.

 My mother, a housewife, is probably 50, while my mother, Amarya, is 40 years old. Her eldest son, Anwar, is my mother's son, and he is probably 35 years old, and he is sitting in the doctor's office.

His pursuer, Shareef, 31 years old, was also wearing a black suit (a lawyer), and Umaima, who was wearing a long shop shirt and a pair of jeans, was a university student, about 25 years old, from the way she was dressed. They all shared a room.

 The eldest son of Umm Uzaifa and Zaikai, 20, was wearing a t-shirt, a shirt, and loose pants, but no hat (student).

Munira, 17, was wearing a uniform, along with her younger sister Zulaihat, 15, also wearing a uniform. They were eating their food while three chairs were empty.

Addayiya, who was sitting in the middle of the living room, looked very old, but her happiness hid her age. She was wearing a dress and a shirt, and a small piece of cardboard was placed on the side, but she did not put it on, and her hair was clearly visible, turning white. She ate eggs and Arish, and then a piece of bread on the side. She ate her food while lying down.

The sound of the door that was being closed attracted the attention of the crowd in the living room and dining area, even though the smell of his perfume told them he was about to come out, but that didn't stop them from turning around to make sure that he was in uniform, oh ah ah.

He came out the door, wow masha Allah, if they tell you black is beauty, you won't believe it until you see this Hallintar, there's no doubt about it, you have a shiny black face, your skin is so soft that it's almost oily, he's wearing black pants, with elastic at the waist, the pencil skirt suits him very well and doesn't cover his eyes.

He was wearing white boots and no socks, which meant that his ankles were visible. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a long-sleeved shirt, but he had his zip unzipped, which meant that his underwear was visible.

There was a small beard on his head, parted to the side, leaving a lot of hair, his hair was soft and thick like a Fulani, his loose hair was mixed with a beard, although it did not fill his face, but from the look of it, it was clear that the beard was the beginning of puberty.

His mouth is a beautiful pink, his nose is very pointed, his eyes are large like a woman's, his eyes are very dark, which is very confusing to people every time he looks at them, while his hair is white, except for his long, white blue tooth stuck to one of his ears.

He is very tall but not too tall, with good hair and a nice voice, even though he is now standing up, but at one glance you can tell he is a man, no more than 18 years old.

He was like one of those children who were old enough to be associated with childhood, even though he saw them sitting in the living room, but that didn't mean he saw them, he just headed for the living room door.

Addaiya, who was sitting in the middle of the living room, was eating chicken and its sauce that the maid had prepared for her, and she straightened her legs.

He deliberately walked towards the chair where she was sitting as if she were not there, raised his foot as if he was going to step on her foot and quickly put her clothes in a hurry while she looked at Lahab.

But this boy, I have been tested, you are not aware of the noise, you are not happy, I am at my husband's house and my daughter's house, I have no choice but to leave you here, anyway, today I will not care about all your troubles, you are just a fool.

He acted as if he didn't even know she was there and continued walking.

Abbu, who had been sitting since Lahab came out, was following him with his eyes. Seeing how he had come past them, today, when he broke the door, he didn't even stop. He called out to him and saw him trying to open the door, Lahab!!! Lahab!!