My grandfather got off his car.

“My grandfather came down from his cart and looked at the house where I lived, and he said strangely: ‘Omal left the villa where I bought you for twenty-eight million pounds?’ ...I whispered to him: “I am the first time I have heard of her.” The same night I discovered that Josie was living with his second times, so I kept all the evidence... and I was five minutes, but before I turned their joy into hell.

— Your grocery for two years lived in the villa that I bought for you.

Hajj Mahmoud al-Damanhouri said it, which is a bus to the roof of the sage that covers the house. Nada fell from her hands the laundry bucket, and the water and soap spread on the cement floor in the small house where she and her son Yusuf, four years, lived in one of the

Popular areas on the outskirts of Cairo.
Haj Mahmoud was a descendant of a luxury Mercedes Arabia known for entering the narrow street.

He was the owner of a series of private hospitals, one of the biggest names in the country, and his age did not imagine that his only granddaughter would wash her with her hands, and a fan next to her, and the refrigerator was almost empty.

Nada caught him with no comprehension.