On a cold autumn night, in the middle of the countryside suburbs. A cold greenhouse painted by nature, with a small garden with a short double door with a glass of an ornate eyebrow, next to it is a rusty faucet with a tree trunk to sit on, and above it is a corroded mirror that you can barely see.
He opens the garden door and a 40-year-old man comes out with a black beard, sniffing out the arms of his white shirt and brown pants. Then he bend into the faucet to open it.
"Qayyyyyit"
A man stretched his arms near the water and then muttered
"Bissam........"
He then washed his hands, nose, face, right hand and left help, then sat down, wiped his head, ears, washed his right and left legs.
"Humvef..."
The man sighed, then got up carrying a rusty vase and put it at a window, pouring it out of a blue plastic flask with a yellow lid. I made a sound of firewood burning in the camp and light smoke coming out of it.
"Kashshsh..."
He put the bottle and went into the house through the little door. a silent uncle in the small garden.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
A woman was screaming sharply.
And, "A.A., i.e., i.e., i.e., i.e "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
A baby, frightened by the woman's screams, screamed moments later, a man and the vessel he was carrying empty, walked out towards the window of the man's second blue flask and poured what was left in it.
"Kashshsh..."
Again the sound of burning firewood and light smoke. The man grabbed the pot with both hands and then took a deep breath.
"I testify that there is no God but God... Havf.... I testify that Muhammad is his servant and messenger."
The man hesitated a little, then lifted the pot to his face and started drinking what was in it like a little boy lying from him on his beard that melted and melted the skin beneath it, the sound of the flesh of his mouth and face or what was left of them like the sound of a lamb roast on oil. A man was still drinking in what turned out to be hydraulic acid, and the man escaped with a stowaway on his knees, his moustache, shrunk and opened up from the side of his beard. A man choked with blood coming out of his mouth and neck that had eroded.
"As a khas... As a scinting... Uh... A... "Kashsh"
The sound of "ah" was the sound of his cough for the rest of his tongue. His face redly and his veins emerged starting his body with two legs. Moreover, the sound of erosion is increasing.
"ahhhh... Uh.. Kashshsh.uh... Oh"
He raised both hands to catch his jaw, which began to take off and fall out of place. Then he raised his head to the sky and closed his eyes strongly and then opened them, so you see his red eyes stop shivering and his hands fall and he will fall to the ground and his jaw falls very slowly tearing the remaining corroded fever.
Here was the end of his life.
However, why did she finish it?

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the sin of envy
TerrorIn this series, it will be about real stories about the magic, the jinn, and the mistakes made by man that lead him to hell. Man is wrong by nature, envious of his brother, a denier of good.