الفوطة الجزائرية قديما /🇩🇿 fouta in painting - numidia - Wattpad

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الفوطة الجزائرية قديما /🇩🇿 fouta in painting

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الجزائر الجزائرية الفوطة تراث تقاليد قديما

قطعة من القماش من الحرير تلف على الجزء السفلي من الجسم كانت ترتديها نساء الجزائر قديما
A piece of silk wrapped around the lower part of the body ، It was worn by Algerian women in the past
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الجزائر الجزائرية الفوطة تراث تقاليد قديما

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