My dear Mahmoud,
I am your sister. Greetings from many miles away. I wish you to be good and healthy.
We are all good and missed you a lot.
Mum always talks about you … her only wish is to meet you and hug you again.
My dear brother,
While you reside in Camp Ashraf and Liberty we came to visit you several times however, the cult leaders didn’t allow us… they threw stones and sticks.. They insulted us..
Please think about your life.. do you really live a desirable life?!..
Please call us . we are waiting to hear your voice ….
We are waiting to see you