Azmia's Writing (Bam's little notes)
Baren's words rang out along with the smoke that disappeared in the night wind, Stupid man, a word that suits me, Mia is so good at hiding her illness.
Suddenly a breeze brought beautiful sounds to my ears. The sound, I haven't heard it for a long time, was very pleasant to my ears. I put out a cigarette that had just been lit, walking towards the source of the sound.
Mia... my steps stopped, stunned standing at the door of the room, seeing her wearing a clean white mukena, sitting on the bed, singing beautiful notes of the verses of the Qur'an.
Silently enjoying the recitation of the Qur'an, when Mia finished, my feet quickly stepped into the room, daring to beg her.
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