But she is so pure and innocent and the world so cruel rosy
Look here Ibrahim I have done enough for her and can't do anything more holding the coffee mug she sat down beside him in a chair, dancing all night in the bar she is depleted of all physical and financial energy, she stood up having said what was in her heart
That poor soul can't lift her burden nor shift it on others but his guilt was killing him
Whatever you say or think but I won't I couldn't do it
She was dressing up to go to the bar holding the coffee mug she exited , he sunk beneath the weight of his own helplessness he looked at his crippling foot and was frustrated
This woman for whom he gad discarded all his close relationships with his wife and children nit very long ago , rosy s husband Ahmed hasin worked with Ibrahim on the same farm in Rome, both men had become very close soul mates because of their common faith, they visited each other's homes frequently, Ahmed hasin was an Indian from Delhi, his family was very well educated, rosy also belonged to a decent cultured family background in Delhi , they had a son , life was good, rosy was a ultramodern, no doubt Ibrahim was a friend of Ahmed but she began flirting with him
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