[162] The story of Baghdad's cock, tailor, Jew, Christian, and Gentile… (Episode - 02)

What can be done now?

Darji asks his wife. The wife said, lift the man on the shoulder. I'm covering the shawl. Well, I'm standing on the shoulder with a shawl. What I'm doing is you don't have to do anything. You just follow me.

Darji's wife took Kuzota's shoulder and walked down the street. Inaye exchanged tears and wept as he walked. Occasionally, when someone sees a person coming in - they give more throat. Ogo what will happen to me. My son won't live anymore. Why is spring kindness in my house? Ogo, where are you? In the spring, my calf has woken up.

The pedestrians understood very well in Darji's wife's cry. Boutar's son had a spring disease. Hope is taking her to Hakeem in hope. After hearing everyone else's words, they started to walk across the street.

After this, the Jewish people came knocking on the door of the house of Hakim, shouting all the way. A young black negro slave girl came and opened the door.

Dorjee's wife asked, Hakeem sir?

The girl nodded, "Yes."

This one is sexy. Give it to your boss. And say, come soon. My baby is very sick. Do not delay, you understand?
The girl nodded and went upstairs. Darjeet Bouta nodded and saw that the negro girl was no longer seen. Darjee flinched and said, "Don't be late for a moment, let's get down here."

To Be Continued...