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..in the bed next to sajjad slept his nephew nazakat in deep slumber, his glance fell on the  pills  on the side table, there was a  small glass  bottle of sleeping pills, he picked up the  bottle and silently left the room,  maniz had entered the bracket of sixties, his hair and beard were completely white and his glowing complexion and robust healthy made him a perfectpe fit elder that attracted attention