Then the doctor announced his death to his mother only to return to life within several minutes.
He says: “I want to blame you for covering events without a shield and a helmet”. He does not give you a chance: “I have enough troubles. You so and so! Get him a shield of mine”.
Puzzled, they all said: “Zulfiqar… in a word?” The only answer was loud cries from an old man he introduced me to from the days of Ain Delbe.