Yemenat
Ahmed Saif Hashed
As I found myself in the grip of the soldiers, one of the injured man’s relatives rushed in-likely his cousin, named Talal. He was tall and well-built, with a complexion leaning towards a tan. The moment he laid eyes on me, he was taken aback by my appearance. I looked nothing like what he had expected; before him stood a diminutive figure, lacking anything that could compare to his injured cousin. He shouted angrily at those present, “We cannot accept even ten of this!”
Perhaps he was right, if we measured it by his standards. Indeed, I appeared small, exhausted, pale, distracted, frowning, and unfortunate, while his injured relative looked robust, with features that exuded affluence, and a foreign demeanor that spoke of comfort and ease. His hair, cheeks, eye color, and a body filled with flesh and fat all contrasted sharply
وفي نهاية المقال نود ان نشير الى ان هذه هي تفاصيل In Prison وتم نقلها من يمنات نرجوا بأن نكون قد وفقنا بإعطائك التفاصيل والمعلومات الكامله .
علما ان فريق التحرير في صحافة 24 نت بالتاكد منه وربما تم التعديل علية وربما قد يكون تم نقله بالكامل اوالاقتباس منه ويمكنك قراءة ومتابعة مستجدادت هذا الخبر او الموضوع من مصدره الاساسي.
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