— — — Write 8;

When our hair starts to turn white, our bones start brittle, our smiles begin to show wrinkles, but our hearts are still golden, our eyes are still sparkling when we see each other, our brains don’t want to stop working to always talk together about political matters or we discuss about conspiracy theories or we talk about how beautiful the scenery in front of us is given by Allah and we stay together until that moment while sitting in the afternoon looking at our grandchildren playing cheerfully.

•See u soon, Love!•