Watching the blood flow….
My father and my daughter this morning, watching the bulls being slaughtered. At the end it was too much for Basma, I remember when she called me near she was trembling but this visual experience will remain with her for…
My father and my daughter this morning, watching the bulls being slaughtered. At the end it was too much for Basma, I remember when she called me near she was trembling but this visual experience will remain with her for…