Time passes, life also moves non-stop towards an unknown destination, like clockwork, the minutes are the clock of the
song that we hear in the voice of Abbas Qaderi, the
life of an hour is a sham, tuned to die or reborn, the hand of the clock of my life is passing its last minutes, the scream, the scream, the cry of life, the life of an hour, every second of it is a blessing . The
booty of the day is like seconds and the week is like minutes , Umrah is a happy and sad person, it is a moment to go to sleep, wakefulness, intelligence, or drunkenness, happiness to the person who is separated from sadness and sorrow, the scream, the scream, the cry of life, an hours life, every second of it is a blessing , know the value of all people, the spoil of the spoil, O people, the spoil of life,
the life that has passed has not returned, old age is also a souvenir, lets throw it away, resentment. You have to put a compromise in the place of compromise, screaming, scream
