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.....she was on the bed in her bedroom, she reached her hand and caressed her seven to eight month old belly, she felt the love and the love of the belly pierced her heart again. However, every time she remembers the life she spends with her husband's wife and daughter, she feels a fear of how she will give birth to a son or daughter to live the same life she leads in the house. What kind of life is made of longing and suffering that has never been looked up to and we look at it for flexibility, even if it makes a living one day it will be loved or what it will give birth to. They have never fought with each other or exchanged words between her and her rival or the rival, except for the kind of courtship and emptying of her that they do in the house, she prefers that they fight all the time or in vain that they exchange unpleasant words between each other. But the relationship she spends with them is a relationship that doesn't matter to anyone, when they meet, they just look at each other, because even if she bows her head and greets her partner, she will never raise her head to look at a stranger and make up her mind to respond to her greetings, as well as Maryamah who is respond
