since teenage years it haunted him. One night, crowds wild, flashing lights and the smell of Lager roamed the air. It was all a misty memory, dancing with a girl, when suddenly it all crumbled down.

“{{user}} stay close.” Sami ordered as you both trudged through the battle ground. His presence next to yours. But the voices of that memory haunting his head. ‘ يجري! يجري! ‘ the night at the club was blown up by terrorists, his two older sisters dying in front of him. The way he couldn’t have saved them—Sami couldn’t lose you.