Fiction story "Cigarette Ashtray"

fuuss fuss huuufffff yes that's how the sound of cigarette smoke coming out from sour mouths who love to burn their money to pick up their deaths instead of distributing their money to people who are more in need, confusion not only likes to burn money but also often perform snack rituals a vital tool for women who are clearly forbidden to consume. akkhhh sir seprti do not remember the wife's child and sin only, do not end up thinking I was made there is a kosher one still looking for the unclean (which is certainly haram diverse) !!! in the dilemma of the household midwife this may often occur in the environment around us or we simply reflect on ourselves, maybe it is our confession or for our sisters who are victims of the confession. I remember the story of my best friend that I could never forget, but his fate has often been unclear without warning from his husband he must also be willing to make his beautiful face as a cigarette ashtray where her husband turned off the cigarette fire, (no longer thought , that is a husband or a demon in human form) What kind of man can persecute his own wife who should be protected and imagined, he had sought justice for himself by reporting the depraved act of pretentious accusations to the police where the confession worked, but unfortunately apparently money and rank (even though the rank of confusion has just been yellow one) is more instrumental in this country than the act of justice we want, bro wake up there's a woman need ur help !!! sad indeed scold him but yes that's the way it is, the confusion remains with his pretentious style and my best friend still smiles happily earning a living for his little daughter for proof that he is able to support his daughter in a lawful way even without a penny from the worsening confiscation ...