Five days at my uncle's house..In 1999 I completed seven years, and here the summer began, all schools closed, and the children began to enjoy the joy of spending their whole day playing.. the farm.. watching TV.. and not forgetting to enjoy the gift of martyrdom, maybe it was a doll or a bike, but this Summer is completely different from what I expected and anticipate; My father surprised us with a trip to Umrah, but will all of us go? , , Ten sons of all ages separated a year or two from each other, they are almost as many as a soccer team!..Dad decided to take half of us, but what about the others? And who will go for Umrah? What will be the fate of the rest?..Here the eyes began to diagnose, and the questions abound.. Who will go? What will we wear?
