Me And My Daughter

Me And My Daughter

“We get married, we have children and then what? Is that it? Me and my daughter, that’s what you see, that’s what I am. I love her, but there’s something else missing. Something I can’t describe. But I feel it.”

“Where are you Mohammed? What do you feel?”

“Don’t ask me. My life is not like yours.”

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