His looks were far and deep. The man was suffering. There were no tears in his eyes. but his face was weepimg. He was not a friend of mine . I did not know the man , and perhaps he has no friends. He lost his money in stocks according to Basim`s advice
It was so that i met him in the street. He was walking and talking to no body . Has he to talk? I do not know why I liked the man, that i got near and said Hello man, You look sad and bedouin, can I help U. The man looked at my face well and said No , thank u. No body can help me . Only I can help myself.
Then he continue :but I think u r a good man .So I shall tell U one part of my long and long story if u like to hear . I Said yes , i shall thank u 4 it. The man said I move and work here , but nobody cares for me . All of u Are Big fishes
A tear ran down his cheeck , he wiped it off then went on
Basim suddenly cried and said * do not worry i swear that your money will return to u by my helping
but That Bedouin left him and moved to his village without returning
he wanted to continued but
المزود مشغول وذهب
the conversation was between Bedouin man and Rich man His name was Basim
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