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.....He moved closer to me. It seems that the driver who was standing on the side when the accident happened was not one of the passengers of the car. He burst into tears and said, "The car was completely overturned. No one moved but you. Oh God... watch this fate!" I screamed, crawled and cried like a newborn, showing him my leg "Please remove me... Please remove this bottle from me... What about Bashari?! Where is Bashari?! Where did he enter?!" The man ended up running, holding a black bag, and said, "I called the hospital, but they said there was no space, and there was no ambulance. Hold on, let's go to the main hospital in the city. I have a car. I won't leave you here." I cried out in a pained voice "Help me, please. Check… Check Bashari…!" The man turned and looked at the rest of the people in the car. He said, "I got into this car. They are all dead. Who knows what it means to be alive? You are the only one moving, and you are the only one I hear shouting from afar." Then I burst into a new cry, my heart seemed to burst from my chest. My eyes are looking for him Bashari, but he is not there. There is no head. There are no words. There is no laughter that he would say, "Lit