Mama,

 The title of the story is "Mama,

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Our Teleplay' Darguzar' was magnified. And your performance was extraordinary. The final scene of the drama was so poignant that no one could hold back their rips. You forgave your husband and made the drama dateless. Thank you so much, my son. You forgave your hubby and made the drama dateless." Thank you so much, my son. This drama has entered similar inconceivable feedback that I can not describe as a splendid addition to my career, and it has elevated my fame to new heights. A woman, who has by no means added everybody to rips, forgiving one of these massive mistakes of her hubby and determining to live together, becomes nearly a stunning decision." Mama, you will not have to work now? How so, my son? I do not understand. “ You’re the equal for your factual societies also. Have you not allowed about it? This drama seems like it's drafted rested on your life. You, too, haven't learned to forgive. You left your private home over a trivial count and have not forgiven Dad till now. I don't understand why we’re not visible. And why do we appear as if we are not who we are? She looked at her twelve-time-old son in amazement. Two times of separation from his father. He hadn't allowed it; this drama was hitting close to his real life. ma Yes, son She was taken suddenly by her son's voice." So what is the plan now? Let's visit Dad and display the authentic shades of this drama. And Almas shook the script in her hand. Centuries of distance were bridged in moments.

 

 


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