It was my father's last days. They were calling from the hospital:
- Go get your father.
Her lungs were over. Because he was an alcoholic man. So much so that it took almost alcohol instead of water. My poor mommy pulled me off ...
But no one else had seen the evil of my father ...
My father has never been any good to us either. Because half-life was in bed, half-life was in hospital corners.
I'm always sorry for my dad ...
Because when my father was alive we grew up without a father. I was on construction. I tried to work. My pillow helped me out of stone. Fortunately, unlike my father, I did not get a mouthful of alcohol ...
I learned the prayer and the imam of the neighborhood camel.
My father is now old and exhausted. He was hospitalized and the second month was left behind. Now they say, "Get your bride."
There was a lot of procedure when he died at the hospital. They called you to want to send it home.
We were with my poor mother and sister. He was lying like a funeral in a two-person patient's room ... She was unaware of anyone. It's just a dry pale ...
Nor was it my father. My eyes filled. I spent my life looking at the death-breathing face:
"Hey Husband Huseyin Aga hey ... You are going to the world from the world ... Whatever the world is going to be,
At that moment the other patient in bed, as if to answer me, said:
- Are you close to the hospital?
-I'm boy.
-Don't worry ... I made all the religious ministry up to last night's sabbath.
-How so?
-I'm a god. I made him a repentant Nasuh. I have confessed the word of witness. I told him he did it again. I told him he did it again. The last word was the Word-i martyrdom.
The world did not come out of his mouth again. Take your heart with the comfort of your father ...
I was so weird I can not tell. I'm closed to the patient's hands. "My servant Allah, please be willing. Did God send you? "
- They put me in this room the night before. Your father must be very fond of dallas. "Ecstasy never let me curse," he told me all the time.
I was surprised once again. Because my father was not fond of dallas. But that drunken dad, whenever someone tells the Ottoman ...
My Lord is not my wisdom ... "Ecdat" when he said that?
We brought our father home by thanking him. It was already the last moments anyway. Sabatha also passed away to repent. We, my family, including my family, "drunkard," my father, who did not turn and look at his face, the time of his death coincided with that muezzin. Could this be a coincidence?
- Go get your father.
Her lungs were over. Because he was an alcoholic man. So much so that it took almost alcohol instead of water. My poor mommy pulled me off ...
But no one else had seen the evil of my father ...
My father has never been any good to us either. Because half-life was in bed, half-life was in hospital corners.
I'm always sorry for my dad ...
Because when my father was alive we grew up without a father. I was on construction. I tried to work. My pillow helped me out of stone. Fortunately, unlike my father, I did not get a mouthful of alcohol ...
I learned the prayer and the imam of the neighborhood camel.
My father is now old and exhausted. He was hospitalized and the second month was left behind. Now they say, "Get your bride."
There was a lot of procedure when he died at the hospital. They called you to want to send it home.
We were with my poor mother and sister. He was lying like a funeral in a two-person patient's room ... She was unaware of anyone. It's just a dry pale ...
Nor was it my father. My eyes filled. I spent my life looking at the death-breathing face:
"Hey Husband Huseyin Aga hey ... You are going to the world from the world ... Whatever the world is going to be,
At that moment the other patient in bed, as if to answer me, said:
- Are you close to the hospital?
-I'm boy.
-Don't worry ... I made all the religious ministry up to last night's sabbath.
-How so?
-I'm a god. I made him a repentant Nasuh. I have confessed the word of witness. I told him he did it again. I told him he did it again. The last word was the Word-i martyrdom.
The world did not come out of his mouth again. Take your heart with the comfort of your father ...
I was so weird I can not tell. I'm closed to the patient's hands. "My servant Allah, please be willing. Did God send you? "
- They put me in this room the night before. Your father must be very fond of dallas. "Ecstasy never let me curse," he told me all the time.
I was surprised once again. Because my father was not fond of dallas. But that drunken dad, whenever someone tells the Ottoman ...
My Lord is not my wisdom ... "Ecdat" when he said that?
We brought our father home by thanking him. It was already the last moments anyway. Sabatha also passed away to repent. We, my family, including my family, "drunkard," my father, who did not turn and look at his face, the time of his death coincided with that muezzin. Could this be a coincidence?
