She disappeared in the mountains for 3 years

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When Lian’s father heard this, he collapsed. My scream was 19 years old! What do you mean you asked to move on!? But the surprise was that Layan herself confirmed Imran’s words.In front of the researchers,
She told him to save my life, and she started talking.

The day he disappeared, Lian had entered a narrow mountain pass.
Suddenly there was a slip of rocks.
I fell into a deep crack.
My leg was broken.
I lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he was in complete darkness.
I screamed for days.
Until Imran heard it.
I’ve known these caves for years.
He came down to her.
Treat your wound.
He went down every day to get water and  food.
But the problem was that the way out
It was more dangerous than the place where she was.
In an attempt to move it, another collapse occurred.
At that moment,
Imran told Halo, “We are already out. We can both die.” So I preferred it.But the days became months.Months for years.As Imran lived in another part of the cave, he had water reserves and  food simple, and knew edible wild plants.Ama Layan

Then she started to adjust.
But there was a secret they didn’t know until later.
Layan was not afraid of the
cave.Mountain hiking trails

She was afraid to get out of there.
Because in the first year I tried

She goes out alone.
When I left I heard the voices of the people.I thought that the rescue teams had arrived.I ran to the sound.But he discovered that the sound was caused by a strange echo inside a side corridor. Out of fear and confusion, he fell and was injured again.From that moment he began to believe that the mountain itself was holding it back.In 
Place to force her, Imran tried to protect her.But the
More difficult question was it still: Was his clean  clothes? Why didn’t your body have the shape expected for someone who lived in a cave for years? The answer was simpler than everyone expected.The room in which I lived was not an abandoned natural cave. It was an old room that the people of the area had used for decades as a warehouse. It has a small source of groundwater.It has ventilation holes.Imran constantly cleaned the place.

He had stored clothes and supplies.
As for the
 food, came out of another secret opening in the mountain, away from the road that the search teams were looking for. And so everything is explained.But there is still one question: Why didn’t you ask for help when the explorers arrived? And here he said the truth. Layan looked at her father and said, “I was afraid.” Of 

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